Blast from the Past 27 Dairy Cows of Old

Owd Fred

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Stafford
Dairy Cows of Old

Milked by hand some cows had teats almost as thick as your wrist , with front teats sticking out "east west".

Dairy cows of old, bore little resemblance to the diary cows of today. Back in the 40's every herd had its own bull often reared out of one of your own cows, served by a neighbor's bull, which was boasted to be the best in the neighbourhood. Blood lines and pedigrees' meant nothing when you had a fine looking bull running with the cows, however what came out of the "pot" was very often a different picture. This you would not find out until you had used the bull for three years when the first heifers calved down and came into the milking herd.
Up until that period in time; most herds were milked by hand and cows with teats almost as thick as your wrist were common place, and front teats sticking out "east west". Pendulous udders in the older cows, with udders only inches from the ground, these were kept on because perhaps they were easy milkers and perhaps the highest yielders.
Some of these cows were almost impossible to milk with a machine; the thick teats were not too bad as long as all four teats pointed "south". Some cows had low back quarters and empty looking front quarters, which did not suit the machine milking, I remember a big "duck stone" would be place on the claw of the milking machine, and then a cord would be over the cows back to hold the units up onto the front teats. Often the udder would be so low it was almost impossible to reach down to even get the units on.

Father started his herd by exchanging a sow for a cow around 1930 progressing on to a few more cows in small buildings with a cow shed and fifteen acres next to his father's farm. Then he married mother and they took on a farm near the edge of town where he was able to expand his herd. These would be a bit of a mixture of breeds including shorthorn and a few black and whites and everything in between.

Most of the milk went in Churns on the train into Birmingham and some mother made butter and cheese which was sold locally to shops or at the door. Then at some point the dairy started sending a lorry to pick up the churns from each farm, probably when the Milk Marketing Board was first set up.

This is what I remember of Butter churning


We Had an Old Butter Churn

We had an old butter churn, it was on a wooden stand,
A big handle on the side of it, to turn it all by hand.
The lid it had a sight glass, a valve to vent the air outright.
The lid clamped on with three screw clamps it up real tight




Mother turned the handle, till butter grains appear,
Drain the butter milk, rinse n' wash grains to till clear,
Add some salt and knead them, butter pats for this,
Packed into grease proof paper, on hot toast its bliss.

Owd Fred​

It was mid 30's that father broke his arm and that meant he could not milk cows by hand, and it was around this time that the local machinery dealer had got the first milking machines in. They were keen to get a machine installed on farms in their patch, and father decided to go for one, he bought an Alfa Laval four unit outfit. Of course it took a bit of getting used to the new way of milking, and did not help that a lot of the cows had "rough" udders not particularly suited to the new teat cups.

Father got impressed by the herd of cows that the neighbour ran, these were pure bred pedigree Ayrshire's, most of his cows had nice small uniform well placed teats and compact udders that stretched forward under the cows belly. On looking at them from hand milking point of view, it would be finger and thumb milking, but this was the era of the milking machine and these cows looked as if they were designed for it.
When we moved farms up into the village the herd could be expanded, and along with his old neighbour they went up to Carlisle to the pedigree Ayrshire sale and between then bought a lorry load of incalf heifers, this would total I think about twelve, the cattle wagons were not as big as they are today.

This they did for the following few years, one of the last loads that came down were polled, they had no horns, these were the first we had ever seen and they were bullied by the cows with horns. You may have seen old pictures of Ayrshire cattle, their horns curled up pitch fork style, and they knew how to use them.

To remedy this father spoke to his vet and he had all the cows horn cut off. As the cows were all tied by the neck in stalls it made it easy to restrain them, first the vet tied string tight round the base of the horn to act as a tourniquet and I cannot recall whether they were injected with pain killer. The instrument for cutting was a huge pair of shears with five foot handles, and the grip of three men to close them. A barnacle was put on the cows nose and a cord held by another man while the operation took place.


The local name for this gadget for holding a cow by the nose is Barnacle, the rough drawing above gives you an idea of how its opened, by drawing a spring up the shank to open the jaws, then place it in the nose and let the spring go, it been such a long time since I used ours that I cannot find it to photograph it. The ring at the top is for a rope, then you can hold an animal the same as you would hold a bull by its ring, I can tell you they don't appreciate it at all, and it has the benefit of taking their minds what you are actually going to do at them


They made rapid progress down the shed doing about twenty five cows on some cows the string had rubbed off letting the blood flow readily, squirting high into the rafters of the cowshed, it took a couple of hours for the vet to stem the flow from first one cow and then another.

When the calves were born, each calf's horns were cleaned with a fluid to remove any hint of grease and a type of glue applied called "colodian" this ceiled the horn bud and in effect dehorned the calf. It was a bit hit and miss some calves having one horn of in some cases both horns, it all depended on how clean the bud was when the colodian was applied, and how old the calves were, they had to be done in the first few days after birth. This went on for two or three years when a pair of dehorning irons were bought and the horn buds were burnt out ensuring that no horns were missed. These were heated on a blow lamp one being heated while one was in use, and the forerunner of the modern gas dehorning iron.
It was predominantly Ayrshire cows that made up the herd for the next twenty years, when the British Friesian cows with modern udders and higher yields and father started using a Friesian bull through artificial insemination on the Ayrshire cows. In the 1950's the Milk Marketing Board start the improvement of cow confirmation, by the use of Artificial Insemination, and monitoring the progeny born this way to provide proven bulls.
Over the following twenty years or more the udder and teat confirmation improved and where everyone had more than a cow or two with curled up toes and deformed feet, these were improved as well. Then in the following twenty years again saw the tremendous improvement in yields, and this coincided with new improved management techniques such as cubicles self feed silage and parlour milking, and a change over to Friesian cows.


Father ran a dairy herd

Father ran a dairy herd, of mainly Ayrshire cows,
These were housed traditionally, tied in stalls in rows,
Brought down for milking, had to be tied with a chain,
Each knew there own stall, a left and a right contain.

Cows were used to standing, to their own side of the stall,
They would part to let you in between when you call,
A bowl full of corn, and in with the bucket and stool,
Milked by hand while they're eating, was good job when it's cool.

He was one of the first to try, a new fangled milking machine,
A vacuum pipe was installed, new motor and pump had to be,
Four unit buckets and a spare, four cows milked nice and clean,
This was quicker by far, once the cows got used to routine.

Milk was cooled in the dairy, with water from the well,
The dairy collected it every day, had to be cool to sell,
The fridge was a copper heat exchanger hanging on the wall,
On top a Dee shaped receiving pan, fresh milk we poured it all.

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Well water runs on the inside the fridge, milk run down outside,
Churns were filled for the dairy, to a measured mark inside,
Labelled with where it's to go, at one time went by train,
Now a lorry picks up the churns, from a churn stand on the lane.

Thirty more years he milked this way, in churns milk was poured,
Restricted now by the number of stalls, yields he did record,
Bulk tank came and a pipeline too, milk tanker every day,
This took Father to retirement, very modern to do it this way.

Owd Fred​




Ayrshire cows always had a noticeably better butterfat level that could be seen in the milk bottles that it was sold in, Friesian cow on the other hand were often down to 3% fat, with the "blue water" up the bottom 97% of the bottle. Because father had just the odd Friesian cow in his herd, when asked "why keep a Friesian cow in a herd of Ayrshire" he always replied "we wash the shed down with her milk if the well runs dry".

Cheese - milk's leap towards immortality.
Clifton Fadiman (1904 - 1999)
 

joe soapy

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Location
devon
Lived through most of that. Standard was 8 cows an hour by hand.
The milk cooler was often the best cow in the herd!!!, always kept a replacement ready to fit before Miss Gregson came to inspect. In hot weather the churns of milk would be put in water trough overnight, Milk would be taken to station in the car trailer along with anything else saleable
like rabbits, double whites, primroses , snowdrops, violets. occasionally there would be a dog or a ram sent down from Scotland to take home. Had a couple of Highland bulls waiting for us one morning.
So much progress in what seems so short a time
 

Owd Fred

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Location
Stafford
Lived through most of that. Standard was 8 cows an hour by hand.
The milk cooler was often the best cow in the herd!!!, always kept a replacement ready to fit before Miss Gregson came to inspect. In hot weather the churns of milk would be put in water trough overnight, Milk would be taken to station in the car trailer along with anything else saleable
like rabbits, double whites, primroses , snowdrops, violets. occasionally there would be a dog or a ram sent down from Scotland to take home. Had a couple of Highland bulls waiting for us one morning.
So much progress in what seems so short a time

Yes most things came by rail back then, mother had her day old chicks sent by rail to our local station, if ya were not there on time when the train came in, on a cold day the station mast would take them into his office by his coke stove, swetted them up and then get chilled and you would loose some. All with good intention I have no doubt.
When you think back that was the first "mail order" I can think of, and from then on mother always went early and waited for the train to come in, she was always notified which train they were coming on.

I know cattle came from Ireland into the station and driven "drover" stile five or six miles home, back then everyone had a front wicket that would close, (hundreds of them through the town) and they would stop in our village to rest and water them in the village ford.
 
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joe soapy

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devon
Yes most things came by rail back then, mother had her day old chicks sent by rail to our local station, if ya were not there on time when the train came in, on a cold day the station mast would take them into his office by his coke stove, swetted them up and then get chilled and you would loose some. All with good intention I have no doubt.
When you think back that was the first "mail order" I can think of, and from then on mother always went early and waited for the train to come in, she was always notified which train they were coming on.

I know cattle came from Ireland into the station and driven "drover" stile five or six miles home, back then everyone had a front wicket that would close, (hundreds of them through the town) and they would stop in our village to rest and water them in the village ford.

Hey, i forgot about the boxes of chicks,
We used to run the cattle and sheep home bit over 12 mls through local market town.
was a nightmare for a couple of years after they put a one way system in, it completely confused the older cows.
When moving the sheep, people would watch the dogs working with amazement, they were quite protective of the sheep if they seen a strange dog about, that is untill 3 of them went to confront the dog sat in the pub doorway and this huge Irish just stood up and just looked at them
 

Bruce Almighty

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Mixed Farmer
Location
Warwickshire
Very good Fred, but I've never heard of Bulldogs referred to as a Barnacle ? & my Dad was a Staffordshire man. Dad called a cowshed just that, not a byre or a shippon. When he moved to Warwickshire he learned the new expression "cowpen"

A few years ago a neighbour asked me what breed our Danish Reds were so I told him, he told me they reminded him of the Ayrshires his father used & what tidy udders they had.

We still have a couple of Midland Counties churns.
A dearly departed Uncle of ours, Don Ward, worked for Gascoigne Gush & Dent, he installed a lot of early milking machines all over the country, but mainly in the Ashbourne area. Another Uncle at Lichfield had a cowshed that held 40 cows.

We still occasionally de-horn some cattle that should have been done earlier !
But instead of the guillotine you describe, we use a cheese wire & a slice of inner tube instead of string
 

rob1

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Location
wiltshire
we were milking in a tie up shed when I was first big enough to help on the farm, had a forebay to stack small bales of hay and cake in my job was to put a couple scoops of cake in for each cow. The smell of the shed in winter when we went round at bed time was something I will never forget and the cows sat down chewingthe cud contently , yes they always had their own space our shed had many of the names written on the wall in front of them. Happy days
 

chaffcutter

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Arable Farmer
Location
S. Staffs
Brings back memories for me too, been through a lot of the same. Barnacles here though Bruce! Until 1966 we only had 35 cows but in 5 cowsheds, biggest one was 10 cows. Carrying the 3 gallon bucket from each shed and lifting it high enough to tip into the D pan above the cooler was hard work till I got taller, Dad used to delight in filling it right to the top so keeping it level was an art form!
 

Bwcho

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Location
Cymru
Dairy Cows of Old

Milked by hand some cows had teats almost as thick as your wrist , with front teats sticking out "east west".

Dairy cows of old, bore little resemblance to the diary cows of today. Back in the 40's every herd had its own bull often reared out of one of your own cows, served by a neighbor's bull, which was boasted to be the best in the neighbourhood. Blood lines and pedigrees' meant nothing when you had a fine looking bull running with the cows, however what came out of the "pot" was very often a different picture. This you would not find out until you had used the bull for three years when the first heifers calved down and came into the milking herd.
Up until that period in time; most herds were milked by hand and cows with teats almost as thick as your wrist were common place, and front teats sticking out "east west". Pendulous udders in the older cows, with udders only inches from the ground, these were kept on because perhaps they were easy milkers and perhaps the highest yielders.
Some of these cows were almost impossible to milk with a machine; the thick teats were not too bad as long as all four teats pointed "south". Some cows had low back quarters and empty looking front quarters, which did not suit the machine milking, I remember a big "duck stone" would be place on the claw of the milking machine, and then a cord would be over the cows back to hold the units up onto the front teats. Often the udder would be so low it was almost impossible to reach down to even get the units on.

Father started his herd by exchanging a sow for a cow around 1930 progressing on to a few more cows in small buildings with a cow shed and fifteen acres next to his father's farm. Then he married mother and they took on a farm near the edge of town where he was able to expand his herd. These would be a bit of a mixture of breeds including shorthorn and a few black and whites and everything in between.

Most of the milk went in Churns on the train into Birmingham and some mother made butter and cheese which was sold locally to shops or at the door. Then at some point the dairy started sending a lorry to pick up the churns from each farm, probably when the Milk Marketing Board was first set up.

This is what I remember of Butter churning


We Had an Old Butter Churn

We had an old butter churn, it was on a wooden stand,
A big handle on the side of it, to turn it all by hand.
The lid it had a sight glass, a valve to vent the air outright.
The lid clamped on with three screw clamps it up real tight




Mother turned the handle, till butter grains appear,
Drain the butter milk, rinse n' wash grains to till clear,
Add some salt and knead them, butter pats for this,
Packed into grease proof paper, on hot toast its bliss.

Owd Fred​

It was mid 30's that father broke his arm and that meant he could not milk cows by hand, and it was around this time that the local machinery dealer had got the first milking machines in. They were keen to get a machine installed on farms in their patch, and father decided to go for one, he bought an Alfa Laval four unit outfit. Of course it took a bit of getting used to the new way of milking, and did not help that a lot of the cows had "rough" udders not particularly suited to the new teat cups.

Father got impressed by the herd of cows that the neighbour ran, these were pure bred pedigree Ayrshire's, most of his cows had nice small uniform well placed teats and compact udders that stretched forward under the cows belly. On looking at them from hand milking point of view, it would be finger and thumb milking, but this was the era of the milking machine and these cows looked as if they were designed for it.
When we moved farms up into the village the herd could be expanded, and along with his old neighbour they went up to Carlisle to the pedigree Ayrshire sale and between then bought a lorry load of incalf heifers, this would total I think about twelve, the cattle wagons were not as big as they are today.

This they did for the following few years, one of the last loads that came down were polled, they had no horns, these were the first we had ever seen and they were bullied by the cows with horns. You may have seen old pictures of Ayrshire cattle, their horns curled up pitch fork style, and they knew how to use them.

To remedy this father spoke to his vet and he had all the cows horn cut off. As the cows were all tied by the neck in stalls it made it easy to restrain them, first the vet tied string tight round the base of the horn to act as a tourniquet and I cannot recall whether they were injected with pain killer. The instrument for cutting was a huge pair of shears with five foot handles, and the grip of three men to close them. A barnacle was put on the cows nose and a cord held by another man while the operation took place.


The local name for this gadget for holding a cow by the nose is Barnacle, the rough drawing above gives you an idea of how its opened, by drawing a spring up the shank to open the jaws, then place it in the nose and let the spring go, it been such a long time since I used ours that I cannot find it to photograph it. The ring at the top is for a rope, then you can hold an animal the same as you would hold a bull by its ring, I can tell you they don't appreciate it at all, and it has the benefit of taking their minds what you are actually going to do at them


They made rapid progress down the shed doing about twenty five cows on some cows the string had rubbed off letting the blood flow readily, squirting high into the rafters of the cowshed, it took a couple of hours for the vet to stem the flow from first one cow and then another.

When the calves were born, each calf's horns were cleaned with a fluid to remove any hint of grease and a type of glue applied called "colodian" this ceiled the horn bud and in effect dehorned the calf. It was a bit hit and miss some calves having one horn of in some cases both horns, it all depended on how clean the bud was when the colodian was applied, and how old the calves were, they had to be done in the first few days after birth. This went on for two or three years when a pair of dehorning irons were bought and the horn buds were burnt out ensuring that no horns were missed. These were heated on a blow lamp one being heated while one was in use, and the forerunner of the modern gas dehorning iron.
It was predominantly Ayrshire cows that made up the herd for the next twenty years, when the British Friesian cows with modern udders and higher yields and father started using a Friesian bull through artificial insemination on the Ayrshire cows. In the 1950's the Milk Marketing Board start the improvement of cow confirmation, by the use of Artificial Insemination, and monitoring the progeny born this way to provide proven bulls.
Over the following twenty years or more the udder and teat confirmation improved and where everyone had more than a cow or two with curled up toes and deformed feet, these were improved as well. Then in the following twenty years again saw the tremendous improvement in yields, and this coincided with new improved management techniques such as cubicles self feed silage and parlour milking, and a change over to Friesian cows.


Father ran a dairy herd

Father ran a dairy herd, of mainly Ayrshire cows,
These were housed traditionally, tied in stalls in rows,
Brought down for milking, had to be tied with a chain,
Each knew there own stall, a left and a right contain.

Cows were used to standing, to their own side of the stall,
They would part to let you in between when you call,
A bowl full of corn, and in with the bucket and stool,
Milked by hand while they're eating, was good job when it's cool.

He was one of the first to try, a new fangled milking machine,
A vacuum pipe was installed, new motor and pump had to be,
Four unit buckets and a spare, four cows milked nice and clean,
This was quicker by far, once the cows got used to routine.

Milk was cooled in the dairy, with water from the well,
The dairy collected it every day, had to be cool to sell,
The fridge was a copper heat exchanger hanging on the wall,
On top a Dee shaped receiving pan, fresh milk we poured it all.

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Well water runs on the inside the fridge, milk run down outside,
Churns were filled for the dairy, to a measured mark inside,
Labelled with where it's to go, at one time went by train,
Now a lorry picks up the churns, from a churn stand on the lane.

Thirty more years he milked this way, in churns milk was poured,
Restricted now by the number of stalls, yields he did record,
Bulk tank came and a pipeline too, milk tanker every day,
This took Father to retirement, very modern to do it this way.

Owd Fred​




Ayrshire cows always had a noticeably better butterfat level that could be seen in the milk bottles that it was sold in, Friesian cow on the other hand were often down to 3% fat, with the "blue water" up the bottom 97% of the bottle. Because father had just the odd Friesian cow in his herd, when asked "why keep a Friesian cow in a herd of Ayrshire" he always replied "we wash the shed down with her milk if the well runs dry".

Cheese - milk's leap towards immortality.
Clifton Fadiman (1904 - 1999)
Excellent pieces of poetry there @Owd Fred
 
Yes , go with all the above posts . I'd been to IAE at Cheadle staffs to collect some bits and called at a road house on the way home . They had a copper surface cooler and D pan in the porchway as an agricultural heritage thing . Kind of put you in your place when you think that I used to use one just like that daily . As said before , occasionally the cooler sprung a leak , which was often remedied by rubbing the leaking spot firmly with a piece of Thoms Hard soap . ( well when we got round to it .) We also had a sieve (a Sile ?) but nothing so poncy as sieve wads , no, a piece of material like a nappy liner was used , which got washed with the rest of the stuff .
 

joe soapy

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Location
devon
Ha, we must have been posh, used to use a filter. The dog used to know when to come to get it.

We had a few days disturbing spiders and thought was a good idea to creosote the doors and windows.. tainted the milk for weeks, but only detectable in a mug of tea!!
 

Old Boar

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Location
West Wales
My Uncle gave me my love for farming - no other farming in the family. I used to love sliding open the shippon doors and smelling the warm smell of the cows, the cake, the hay and the milk. No other smell comes close, and I suppose it is a smell that will not be enjoyed again. :(
He had an old Silver Cross pram filled with cake (Spillers shapes?) and let me push it along the central passage to feed each cow as he put the clusters on. A kitten was popped on the cluster for slow milkers and they used to just sit there rocking gently, eyes closed in bliss.
I had a house cow when the children were growing, and could hand milk quickly, but sometimes just used to sit there with my head against the cow, humming gently, enjoying my time away from the children!
Thanks for bringing back lovely memories! :)
 
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southwest
Joe Soapy,Miss Gregson was also our Dairy inspector (Tavistock area?)

was Mr Campbell-White your milk recorder?

if we'd bedded the shippon down every day like we did when she was due to visit, we would have used about 5000 bales a year ( for 34 cows)
 

DeeGee

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Location
North East Wales
We call them 'Bulldogs' and I have used them many a time, and still do if we have a recalcitrant bullock in the crush.
Yes the sweet smell of hay in shippons when milking on a winter afternoon was unforgettable; but so was the gutter full of muck that had to be shovelled into the wheelbarrow and wheeled to the midden every morning before milking could begin. I also remember the sometimes kicking out of cows as you tried to brush down the muck from around their back feet!
Pipeline milking in the 1960's took much of the heavy work out of shippon milking, but I do remember the old corrugated cascade milk coolers with a reception bath on top and a churn beneath the receiving trough that drained to a central outlet.
Some may say that they were the good old days; but much as I love nostalgia I am glad those days are gone. You tend to remember the good times but forget the bad.
 

joe soapy

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Location
devon
Joe Soapy,Miss Gregson was also our Dairy inspector (Tavistock area?)

was Mr Campbell-White your milk recorder?

if we'd bedded the shippon down every day like we did when she was due to visit, we would have used about 5000 bales a year ( for 34 cows)

Ha, he was a bit posh, No we never recorded.
I might know his successor;)..
Looked out the window just now and thought i glad i aint got to dress up and shift the kale fences
 
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Owd Fred

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Stafford
I still have an old leather kicking strap in the shed, figure 8 type, sometime you would have a very persistent heifer who would always kick the units off and a kicking strap was the last resort. If it got forgotten and the cows loosed out it was hell to get near her to get it off again.

To one not so bad we tied a cord round the belly of the cow or heifer just in front of the udder and over in front of the hip bones, loop on one end and a knot at the right length to button it through, this cord had about four knots in it to fit different size cows, or you could put it on a very tight knot for one difficult to control.
Then they had a C shaped aluminium adjustable bar which hooked under the front of the cows back thigh above the udder and over the far side loin, a modern sort of kicking bar still about now
 

Owd Fred

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Location
Stafford
Excellent pieces of poetry there @Owd Fred


Do you remember in the mid 1950’s vets were recommending worming young stock with a new product called Phenothiazine. This was a green powder and had to be mixed with water and a pint or so was pour down their throats.(drenched).

Apparently it worked as an anaesthetic, drugged not killed the worms and they fell out the backend in the sh!t, that's why they said move them onto new pasture after worming. As a kid I was told it loosened the worms teeth and they could no longer hold onto the beasts gut and dropped out the back.



I Remember Father’s Cattle

I remember father counting, cattle each and every day,
He counts and looks at every one, to see they’re all OK,
Now one day he sees’s one cough, and then it was another.
If we don’t do something quickly, we’ll be in a bit of bother.

So off down he goes to get, some wormer in a rush,
And back he comes and reads the label, says get them in a crush,
No crush have we, but four strong lads, we’ll get them in a stable,
Mix water and green powder in a bucket, put it on the table.

Pint ladle and a bottle now, pour to the measure see,
Us lads went in among the stock, as tight a they could be,
The bottles we did pass to one, who had ones chin held high,
Uptip the med-sin to back of throat, do not look down or ni.

The cow that coughs, coughs both ends, and chuck it back they try,
Its just a waste as we were told, but hits you in the eye,
Soon learn to leave it quickly, as soon as we could shift,
As dosing cattle get there own back, now who’s being thrift.

We often wondered why we lads, had grown so big and strong,
When other lads around us, were only lean and long,
Put it down to fresh air, and read farmers weekly magazine,
But all the time it wasn’t, twas Phenothiazine.

Owd Fred
These stories and poems are in a series of four books called "The Longest Furrow" by Fred Waterfall you can find them on the Amazon book site, they make a good Xmas present fa all us older generation farmers who like to reminisce, everyone's got a tale to tell and all are told from a different perspective. Av a look
 

Owd Fred

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Location
Stafford
Cattle on the Railway Line.

1960 The trains were nearly all pulled by diesels a few goods trains were still steam.
Two trains stopped from north and two from south, everyone stuck their heads out of the carriage windows to see what had halted there journey


One morning while milking cows, a phone call came from railway man,
It was the Bridgeford signal box, reported cattle onto line had ran,
He put his signals onto caution, don’t worry drivers on “visual” run,
Raced off down the Lane, find them grazing railway bank in morning sun.

Two trains they had already halted, and two more rolling to a stop,
They left a gap through which to drive, cattle back to embankment top,
Four lengths men helped and a driver, and hundreds of people watched,
Three express trains and one commuter why their journey scotched.

The cattle hopped cross four main lines, and back into the field,
Embankment fire had burned a post and rail fell down a gap revealed,
We thanked the drivers and local men, for their quick response,
Fast line trains do speed at seventy, cattle wouldn’t stand a chance.

Owd Fred​
 

joe soapy

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Location
devon
phenothiazine, Minel,cooperthene, then Thiabendazole, bluestone and nicotine,
then the wonder drug Panacur. then the ivormectins .
before that Mackellars Red drench and Black drench.
Remember dad telling about Fraser or mactaggit?? treating a cart horse with colic,
Said the best cure was a bottle of Scotch which was swiftly fetched.
Vet looked at horse, looked at bottle, said same to waste it , i think horse is going to die
and proceeded to drink the Scotch
 

Exfarmer

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Location
Bury St Edmunds
I remember the green powder well. It came in a great big tub and my job was to mix it it up with water and put it in little shweppes tonic bottles for Dad to pour down the cattle's throat helped by by a couple of other chaps.
I seem to remember one day he lost one of the bottles down the poor animals throat. Never quite sure what happened to that one.
Another day a particularly poor looking beast was waiting its turn, dad decided it had obviously got a bad dose of worms , so he would double the dose, nearly killed it!
It was a blessed day when we got to use Ivermectin!
 

DeeGee

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North East Wales
Also remember sowing our own seed and using pink powder (was it organo mercury?) as late as the nineteen seventies. Happily dusting this stuff over barley seed in the drill hopper with no mask or gloves. Do remember one evening after sowing feeling very sick and flu like symptoms lasted a few hours.
Other than that, to my knowledge no side effects, apart from the usual drooling, vacant expression, rolling eyes, occasional howling and a rather pronounced limp due to my left elbow being deformed.
 

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