The first of my farm pets was Rudolpha.
She was mostly guernsey. 7 year old me found her. It was the last day of school and I ran out to the barn to see if Patsy had had her calf yet. Yep, all wet and looking like a fawn, even if not on her feet. Of course, I watched Mom turn around and start to wash. Of course, I got into the middle of it.
& I named her. As Rudolpha grew into an adult heifer, I wrestled with her. I was told, be careful. Do that from outside the pen. So, I did, reaching over the pen boards I'd grab her horns and we'd wrestle.
End of story, it turned out that Rudolpha's milk was very rich in cream. My permission was sought to sell her. The word of her special creamyness had got around and she went to a dairy that sold cream on its own.
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