We have this one cow who falls asleep while being milked every morning. It’s so endearing.
I’ll be walking down the line of milkers, the pulsators (part of the milking machine) will be softly ticking, my attention on udders and who’s next to be cleaned, and there she’ll be: nose resting on the wooden lip between the stall and the hay, eyes rolling back, her head falling to one side…completely oblivious as she dozes off while being milked.
Ah, I love cows. It’s like seeing beloved friends every day.