
Last night, our Bible study took a field trip to find out what it is like to milk cows in this day and age. How did we come up with this idea? I am not sure how it even started, but a few weeks ago the question came up of whether we grew up in the city, the country or somewhere in between and whether or not we had ever milked a cow. The desire to milk a cow quickly became the mantra of our group. So as a conclusion to our current study, we were invited to go to milk some cows.
I will admit, I was pretty confident of my ability to touch a cow and even milk it, considering I grew up in the country. Unfortunately when the time came, I couldn't step up to the plate. Maybe it had something to do with the cow behind me deciding it need to urinate and it splashed on my back. I was only able to touch the cow once, I did get some milk out of it, but it definately grossed me out and Jenny had to finish. I guess I am not a true country girl. All in all, it was a great time and most of us can say that we have milked a cow. Thanks to Bruce for letting us come out and interuppting the evening.

