Cow says moooo

Meet Farmer Singleton. Otherwise known as a bachelor who owns and operates a dairy farm along with his brother who is also a bachelor. As you probably guessed, that's not his real name. I don't remember it. I do remember the point in which grandma shared this information with me though and laughed in the process. Don't doubt that the thought of "sugar daddy....EWWWW" ran through my head!

Mrs. Cow. She prefers to be called Cowletta. Mrs. Cow just sounds so...defining and degrading. She prefers to be known for the traits that make her individualistic. She said she came from California where the "happy" cows are from. I didn't argue...Something tells me she was with-holding the truth.

Gosh, you would think they'd never seen a human before!

This picture didn't turn out so well. I hope you can see the look on her face!

This is where the milk comes to first once it's pumped out of the teats (sorry I had to use that word. I just couldn't refrain.) Pop was telling Karson to feel it and see how warm the pipe was.
Mr. Singleton getting SIX gallons of milk for grandma to take home!

I am totally secure in my manhood. A hat is a hat...flower or not.

This is how much cream we are going to skim off the top of the milk to make butter.

Butter goes into the churn. *edit*--cream goes into the churn!
Everybody gets their turn at the churn!

and Ta-dah! Butter! (No using of an electric mixer was used to speed up the process to get the final product...as far as anybody that left early was concerned...)

With a little salt added into the butter it tasted alright. If you had grown up on the stuff it probably would have tasted even better. I don't have any pictures of the cottage cheese we made. Don't worry, you are not missing anything!

I hope you have enjoyed this educational experience. I am anticipating colleges from across the nation to contact me for use of this highly in depth documentary based on the making of butter.