Well its normally 6 to 6.30 when I go for cows, so by the time I've fetched them from down the field, or scrapped up, its 7.30 to 8pm then milk, its normally 10 to 10.30 finish, some times a lot later if I get side tracked, on odd occasions might be earlier, but I do spend my evening doing some thing I enjoy, would add, that me milking late lets my wife have some time to herself.
If you follow that logic then shouldn't you be sitting on a stool with bucket, and have them all tied up in a byre.
rubbish You can manage your cows far better if you don`t have to spend 3 hours a day in a hole in the ground
. It's all good fun
Nowadays, things have moved on. I can take the car the five miles to get groceries in my local town. But actually, I prefer to walk there with the wheelbarrow and wheel the groceries home. I consider myself lucky. My great grandparents couldn't afford a wheel barrow. I enjoy wheeling a barrow. I don't mind that my joints won't be much use after I'm sixty, because I'll have had the pleasure of knowing that I earned my groceries through hard graft. It's the proper way to do it. And I feel a bit masculine about it all.
I dont need to look for work it always seems to find me, I must be one lazy mudder fudger
If you keep milking 300 through a 6 abreast on your own you'll soon be a permanent resident in a hole in the ground. The reaper wont find you a better spot just cos you've had a cluster stuck to your hand every day for 50 years.
Aldi cappuccino here, cheap class, got to keep workin on the lely belly
Keep the banter goin, gives me something to do while the kettles boiling !!!!
