My favourite milk comes from British Fresians Holsteins and Hereford.
Perfect company for it
I see you’re surrounded by those horrible cunts of wind turbines. Eyesores.
We need rain by the weekend.
You’ll have it Wednesday
I know a college buddy up north who breeds Irish moiled, niche interest by the sounds of it. I have only met one or two Kerry Cows (the 4 legged type) on my travels. Ear to the ground did a segment some time back about a lassie in Dundrum who was farming the Dexter (had a couple of hundred of them afair).
Lots of it.
The winter stuff is after flying in lads.
Tell us about your day picking stones. The most manly job on the planet. Don’t spare us any details.
There’s a great feeling of satisficstion after. There was work done today.
I met a fella yesterday and he told me he cut winter barley @ 11%.
That’s some satisfaction. Straight to to merchants and top price.
That and shearing sheep. The two toughest jobs I put down. Give me the bog any day!
You’re full of sh1t
So he told me. I’d be a million miles away from cereals. I thought myself it’s very low. Would that be right
He sold you a pup there.
Maybe. I’d always be slagging him that he has it easy and I’m a mug for working in a proper job. Maybe he’s just winding me back up.
I’d start a rumour about the lying prick after the mess he has landed you in here.