In August, while Sr. Carol Bernice was away at a NOFA Conference, Resident Companion Jody Ballew jumped right in with helping on the farm by milking our Jersey cow Sil. The early days were not easy. Below is the poem he wrote after his frustrating first effort alone.
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Jody, ready to milk
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Dearest sisters on Bluestone Farm
I never meant your cow no harm,
But when I went to milk your Sil
She really gave me quite a thrill.
She kicked, she hissed, shoved and spit.
She knocked the bucket into her fit.
I think this cow maintains a station
in a movement of liberation.
I begged, I pleaded, and even prayed.
This warrior would not behave.
Perhaps what she don't understand
Is why so rough is a man's hand.
In time I hope that she will see
The tiny distance she is from me.
Til then, I ask, when she has kelp,
That one of you please give me help.
Then there'll be more on the shelf,
For none is true when by their self.
--- Jody Ballew
Sisters' note: it has been our experience that the cow never ends up on the short end of a human encounter. Eight hundred pounds of cow can do anything she wants to do, any time. (As Jody cheerfully put it, "No cows were harmed in the composition of this poem"!) Following those first few challenging days, he now peacefully milks both Sil and Jiffy regularly and in a state of meditative peace and breathing discipline -- a great gift to cow and sisters alike!