Another sad day on the farm with Molly taking a new job north of Lawrence as nanny and nurse to a set of twin calves. Jake was sorry to see her leave, but I think he'll do well without her kicking him in the head daily. There's got to be a better way for Molly to tell him he's too old to be nursing. She had a good life here, and if she had been nicer to me I would have kept her.
Now I can finally admit that I really don't like milking. Someday I'll probably try it again, but for now I don't need a dedicated milk cow. It gets too complicated trying to keep her and her calves on good grass, but still close to the barn.