On the farm, the first job of the day was milking and the last job of the day was milking. We didn’t have many, two sometimes three cows. Dad helped in the morning but evening milking was for my sister and I.
About the time the pail was two thirds or so full my cow would put it’s foot in the pail. Spoiling the milk and the work that went into it.
One time she gave me a kick, I got up to and kicked her back. But slipped and fell in the gutter and landed on my back. Than the cow was going to step back into the gutter on me. My sister stuck the cow in the rear with a pitch fork. Then the cow went forward and I rolled out of the gutter. Well smeared with manure. My sister used the water hose and washed me off. Then to the house for clean clothes and back to finish milking. What a day! Years later we still talk about it.