Journey Down the Milky Way
Growing up milk was for kids. At my house, not much has changed. I still give my little ones milk for
strong bones, but there is a lingering worry about the safety of what I am
serving. Think about it, milk is drawn not far from where the poop falls. The
latest farm tour shed light on the Milky Way.
View from the bus as we pulled into the farm.
The farm portion started with a delicious lunch followed by
a visit to the farm’s youngest animals, the baby calves. We learned their
feeding transitions from bottle to bucket and ultimately to the trough. The
main event was seeing how the cows were milked.
Granted I know cows are no longer milked by hand, but still
worried about the milks’ sanitation. The farmer explained he rings a bell and
the cows make their way to the milking parlor. Unlike my kids, the cows
patiently wait their turn. He showed us how their utters are cleaned, air dried
and then the milking machine is attached. The vacuum suction is extremely
gentle and automatically shuts off when finished. The milk is pumped directly
into a glass container that empties into a large vat. The milk truck takes the
raw milk from the vat, along with milk from other farms to the processing
facility.
If you look closely, you can see the cream.
The cows are milked twice a day, some farms milk three times
a day. It simply depends on the individual farm. Farmers do this every day
because there are no bank holidays or summer vacations. The cows get milked no
matter what.
During the demonstration, we were standing in a smaller room
called the milking parlor. 15 people
squeezed into a small room was bad enough, add six 1500 lbs pound animals to
the mix and thing can get interesting.
When I was not paying attention, a cow standing close started to
move. Needless to say, my deodorant
failed. Enough said.
Ladies of the Farm.
In the end, my fear of the milk coming in contact with feces
was no worry.
Sharon, The Mayor of Crazyville.
The above opinions are
mine, but I was compensated by the Illinois Farm Families for my expenses.
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