(Continued from Part 1.) My first cow and calf  I spent the next few months getting to know my cow.  I was terribly intimidated by her size.  In fact‚ I was afraid to go into her pasture.  I would cut up apples and feed them to her over the gate.  She would eat them out of my hand while I called her by the name I had given her‚ and I would tell her what a sweet cow she was.  I’m convinced this is what endeared her to me.  When my excited grandchildren visited‚ they would also feed her cut-up … The post Milk Cows on the Homestead – Part 2‚ by SaraSue appeared first on SurvivalBlog.com.