Tuesday, September 18, 2007

There are so many wonderful memories of the time I spent in Kerala at that time, enough for a huge number of posts.
One of the memories is connected with one of the cows. There were a number of cows there. As I've always loved animals, I hung around, when they were being milked, when they were taken being untied to be led out to the fields and when they were led back to their shed. I loved the smell of the cows and the hay(which is dry rice stalks here).
One day one of the cows was being delivered of a calf. I remember her as a big black cow. Naturally I wanted to see. I was in time to watch the calf being wiped down and the cow standing up to lick her. Oh how cute the calf was. It stood up on it's wobbly legs and took a step towards me. I was thrilled. Just then my aunt called me. So I very merrily turned round to go back to the kitchen verandah. The calf--probably because I was the first living thing he/she had seen, started following me. The cow took one look and decided that her calf was being stolen. She charged after the both of us--calf and me, be mooing loudly. I ran for my life--5 yr old me--and cleared the verandah steps in one jump, by which time someone came and caught the cow! But I must confess that as the memory is dredged up, I remember being scared, but more excited by the thought that the calf followed me!

3 comments:

Dotm said...

Sorry it took me so long to get back catching up on your posts. Loved the story about when Daddy combed your hair. Cute story.

I have never been chased by a cow, but a bull, thats another story.
I`ll never forget the first time I ever milked a cow. My brother was late getting home from peddleing newspapers since it was collection night. Our cow kept bellowing and it was bothering my mother. I kept hearing her say "That poor cow' it needs to be milked'. I decided if my younger brother could milk her, then so could I (he was 2 years younger). I went out, got the milk pail and the three legged stool and milked that darn noisy cow, I still remember getting hit a few times in the face as she swung her tail shooing away a couple of horse flies. When I was done and took the milk pail into my mother, she had such a shocked look on her face. She had trouble believing I had milked the cow. She probably didn`t even think I would know how. Walt used to say he wanted a farm with a hundred cows to milk till the day I had him try to milk a brother`s cow. He couldn`t get a drop, even with my sister-in-law and myself trying to teach him how. He never said it again.
Had to have been a bit scarry being so young and having the cow chasing you. They can get tempremental when they have a new calf. Glad you weren`t hurt.

hillgrandmom said...

Actually I didn't realise how lucky I had been till I was older!

3inone said...

:-) oh oh. You make it sound so funny.