Bovine Wonder!

bovine wonderBy Alicia Beach

Is it a speeding truck? An angry hippopotamus?


It’s just Lily, in one of her moooods.

Sorry, I couldn’t resist that pun. If you didn’t figure it out, Lily’s a Jersey cow.

But seriously, you get between Lily and her grain bin around milking time… Let’s just say it’s a good thing she doesn’t have horns.

Other than that she’s supremely sweet tempered. Two percent of the time.

On a good day.

And I’m only half joking. Hey, it’s not like cows can read.

Long story short(ish) early spring, Mom showed us this ad she found of these two cows, one black, one a creamy butterscotch brown. Once we got over the shock – you mean, we’re actually getting a real life cow? – us kids immediately picked out the brown one… I mean, her dark chocolate coloured eyes were just so dark and adorable, and what wouldn’t you do for two inch long eyelashes (Yep, I measured).

The farmer drops her off and says we made a good choice, as the black cow is terribly… mischievous – to say the least.

The first day Lily moos.


For three hours straight. Then it’s milking time.

To be honest, it’s a rough night. Lily is pretty cranky. They have to call me out to cow whisper her into the milking pen (I’ve always been in charge of coaxing animals) and then my Dad kind of corners her and starts milking. Mom asks, “Do you want to try?” One glance at the moody, shifting, cranky cow, and I’m shaking my head. No. Way. “Maybe later,” I say sweetly. There’s only so much a so-called animal whisperer can do.

The next day our bovine wonder bawls. All day, nonstop. Low and mournful and occasionally just desperate. We shut the windows to try and block out the mournful sound.

Dad talks to Lily’s previous owner, and discovers; Lily has a best friend, that cantankerous black cow in the ad picture, called Daisy. They’ve been together since birth. And Daisy is off, doing the very same thing, bawling for her best friend – Lily!

“You should take Lily to Daisy’s farm and they can have a play-date!” my best friend’s little sister suggests.

It takes a few more weeks of mooing, a stomach pump (the move and depression upset her stomach quite seriously) and a whole lot of cow hugging and coaxing… and Lily settles into her new family very nicely.

She likes to be brushed and petted, and she loves hugs. (Eleven year old Cal, one of my brothers, is her new bestie and they snuggle all the time. He permanently smells faintly of the barnyard.) She refuses to eat apples or carrots – apparently Jersey cows are picky. She gives us ten or so litres of sweet creamy milk every day. She also likes to be sung to, and she thinks it is hilarious to plop a cow pat all the way down the middle of the barn – but only when Dad leads her outside. So you see, Jerseys also have quite the sense of humour.

bovine wonder

Author Bio: My name is Ali, and I am sixteen years old. I have been home-schooled my entire life. I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, and journalism. I live on an eighty acre farm by the lake, half forest, half fields. During this Coronavirus pandemic, my life has gotten busier and busier as my large family adjusts to the financial and social changes. Within a few weeks of social distancing and the confining limits on food… my parents realized we needed to take action. They purchased a milk cow, two goats, and stepped up the egg production from our chickens. We are taking other measures to decrease our dependence on the food market, including buying a used tractor so that we can double the area of our garden, and starting our own vegetable seedlings.

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