The Mad Bush Guide to utterly impractical Farming - Cows

Some time ago it was suggested to me that I should write a book. About what? Perhaps I could have written one on Lifestyle Farming or small animals. That's if I lived on a farm that was actually *normal*. Nothing here including me is normal. I have a chicken that thinks she should be sitting on my kitchen bench each morning for breakfast instead of waiting outside. The one bovine chosen to go into our freezer ended up with a name. The Terrorist would rather sleep inside my lounge than outside in the paddock. I have a grown Jersey cow that still thinks I'm her mother and I hammered three earthing rods several feet into the ground stood on a beer crate using a sledgehammer and a block of wood. So what does that tell you? This farm is truly mad of that I am certain. Why is it I have four cats? I never planned to have any cats but here I am being surrounded by them. At this rate I'll be a cat farmer as well. Bad enough last year with those two sheep - where did they go not in my freezer they should have. No they ended up being pets for a guy up in Maunu in Whangarei instead and got send away in a van? Today has been well...too quiet. So quiet I got bored even though I have several thousand jobs to do and a publication to finish putting together. Well I'm going to write that book anyway or more draw it. So above...is my take on the Farming Term for Bloat (as in bloat in cows aka Brucillosis) Oh and the best impractical way to handle this condition is to throw a rope around the end of the cow's tail and tie her to your tractor. I would avoid walking underneath your cow just in case of accidents. Very useful for advertising Goodyear tyres (you could make millions) or your kids could take your cow to Kite Flying competitions. She'll come down in a couple of weeks - that's if a plane doesn't hit her first.