We interrupt this hiatus for a random observation

While driving to campus the other day, a commercial advertising cow milk replacer caught my attention. It starts with two farmers talking about their calves. One was scrawny, the other was big and sturdy. With great flare, the announcer explained the difference. I don't remember what the difference was, some mineral or something. That's not relevant. What really caught my attention was the fact that I had just found myself listening to a commercial advertising cow milk replacer! What kind of niche audience is that? Then I realized that the proportion of farmers who listen to country music radio while doing morning chores is likely high. I turn it on sometimes when I'm down milking the cow. There's nothing like milking a cow to the tune of Cowgirls Don't Cry.

Then, my next thought was smug. The best way to raise a calf is with a milk cow. Almost no work, and a healthier cow, plus you only have to milk the cow when you want some of the milk yourself.

Yes. That milk cow was the best birthday present ever.