Cowhouse In the beginning they had one cow – a tough little heifer that could kick like a mule. She says she used to park my pram at the cowhouse door while he taught her how to strip the milk from the teats until it squirted, rattling a tune on the sides of the bucket. As the herd grew to an assembly of docile, big-boned Friesians, a temperamental roan and a grey cow that was almost blue, I was deployed...
