Showing posts with label cows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cows. Show all posts
September 26, 2016
July 20, 2016
A Jersey Cow, in Three Takes
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Spring Green, Wisconsin, July 11, 2016. Don't confuse the Jersey with the Swiss Brown.
January 2, 2016
She's in holiday gear until January 6.
September 19, 2015
May 11, 2015
Disinterested, in Three Takes
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Near New Glarus, Wisconsin, May 10, 2015. Last Fall, these Swiss Browns were happy to greet us.
Labels:
2015,
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Mr. Irene,
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April 16, 2015
A Different Life
Labels:
1954,
assimilation,
boots,
Casey,
Columbia,
Cowboys,
cows,
farm,
friendship,
hats,
horses,
work
December 7, 2014
October 27, 2014
October 24, 2014
Casted Reunion
New Glarus, Wisconsin, October 19, 2014. This "Swiss Brown" wears a cast because she's the Monroe Clinic—New Glarus mascot.
October 21, 2014
"A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody"
Near New Glarus, Wisconsin, October 19, 2014. We pulled over again to visit the Swiss Browns. This beauty belted out a note when we cooed to her.
October 14, 2014
A Disappointment
Near Hintertux, Austria, July 1971. One of the things my Parents and I didn't like about hiking in the European Alps was the lack of "wild" places. Even remote spots in Austria and Switzerland were cultivated and civilized. But I was happy to see a Swiss Brown.
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cars,
cows,
facial expression,
hiking,
Irene,
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pocketbook,
shoes,
Summer,
Switzerland,
Travel,
Vacation
September 14, 2014
Swiss Browns, in Three Shades
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2014,
animals,
cows,
driving,
farm,
New Glarus,
Summer,
three takes,
Wisconsin
August 27, 2014
July 11, 2014
Swiss Browns, in Three Takes
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Near New Glarus, Wisconsin, July 8, 2014. Sometimes they notice when you pull over.
Labels:
2014,
cows,
driving,
farm,
New Glarus,
Summer,
three takes,
Wisconsin
May 25, 2014
February 11, 2014
December 23, 2013
December 3, 2013
June 7, 2013
"No, you are trampling my field, go away."
Richard
Branson's hot
air balloon touches down in a field near Kaunas,* and the farmer
refuses to give Branson a taste of fresh milk.
"You cannot drink the milk right in the field.
Additionally, calves were just born, cows are still giving first milk;
therefore, they were still bleeding. These people are not farmers, they do not
even check. Cows’ bottoms… I can show you the calves[.]"
Here in Wisconsin, we
know raw milk is
no laughing matter.
*Branson wrote about his trip to Lithuania here.
June 6, 2013
A Shady Spot
Door County, Wisconsin, July 1976. My Dad probably took this photo because birches were his favorite trees.
Labels:
1976,
cows,
Dad,
Door County,
photography,
trees,
Wisconsin
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