Waiting for Thoreau

My recalcitrant cow is getting some better. The nose tongs weren’t the magic trick I’d hoped for. Still she resisted. What I learned about the nose tongs is that it’s best not to look. I also learned to use a bit more leverage by grabbing the knot that’s a mere three inches from her schnoz. That leverage, coupled with me not watching as the tongs distend her nostrils to an unnatural length, has helped guide Julia more expeditiously to the milking stanchion.

However, it ain’t pretty.