Yes, my grandparents used to have a farm, and a family friend owned a dairy farm. Once when i was about 8–10 I was at the dairy farm and my brand new jelly shoe fell down into the hold (the walkway was high above) and I screamed like I was dying! On of the hands ran over and jumped down into the hold, fought a few hundred cows away from my shoe, grabbed it and cleaned it for me. That guy was awesome.
I grew up in the country. We had a few animals, but no cows. Our neighbors had both cows and goats. I’ve milked both. I prefer the goats because you put them on a little stand and milk them, you don’t have to hunch over like you do to milk a cow. Plus, if a goat decides to kick you, it’s going to hurt a little less than if a cow takes a mind to.
I “helped” a friend of the family milk a cow on her farm when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I was so young, I don’t really remember it- my mom just tells me I did. I’m sure I didn’t really contribute to any actual expression of milk.
I used to work on a diary farm. I’ve milk MANY cows. It was a great job for the most part. The part that sucks the most is cleaning up after you milk them. I mean cleaning their poo from the holding pen in case you were wondering.
One time I was dating a girl that loved cows. I took her on a “date” to work. Haha, we had a good time.
@Simone_De_Beauvoir It means: I don’t understand whether you have or haven’t milked a cow, as I don’t read Russian – if that really is Russian? No worries.