The other side.....
My family is originally from Friesland, I have good memories of the pasturing of the cows. When I stayed in Friesland during the summer holidays, I was allowed to move the cows with my niece. This meant that they were taken from the meadow to the barn to milk the "ladies". This was not without a struggle. This stubborn cow first had other plans before she let herself being milked. She decided to look at the world from another angel.