About the cows

We had two cows, as I remember one was soft brown and I think her name was Daisy, the other is not so clear anymore, but was taller. It was my Sister and my job to milk the cows before and after school.
Considering we had four miles, that is about 8kms to ride our bikes, or if we got a puncture, walk to school for punishment, (our fault, as we usually rode 'off the beaten' track) but that is another story..
Any way whatever the weather the cows had to be milked, and often they were a fare way from the house. One day we had a long way to walk and for some reason I decided I was going to ride my cow home. My Sis had some rabbit traps ( another story..) in her hand and wacked my cow over the rump with the traps, and she took off like a rocket with me on top and nothing to hang onto. You know I carn,t remember if I fell off! But I do remember I was pretty mad. Bit blurry not you get the idea!

Fun Times

We were such fortunate kids compared to children today, we had such freedom to roam and things to do.

When the wheat fields were well grown, so quite high, we used to make little tunnels, flatten out the wheat, and every here and there, flatten little rooms, it was such fun! Our own little world of labyrinths and mazes.

In the out season, farmers used to run sheep on the harvested wheat fields around our house, and if a ewe had a set of twins, we were allowed to take one raise it with bottles (we had two cows, that's another story) of cows milk, sadly it had to be put back in the next years flock, but then there was always another one. This countryside is pretty much what the land looked like where we lived.

Funny things that happened

Still at the house I last wrote about, as children my older sis and I had pretty free reign, and wandered quite extensively. There were a few small hills probably 4 kms from our home in the middle of the wheatfields, and we used to love to go there as there was a small rubbish dump where the locals (not many of them) dumped their rubbish.
We used to find all sorts of interesting things there, one one of our travels in between the two hills was a small valley, and in the valley was a field of bright red poppies.
We were amazed of course, but never realized till years later that it was an illegal opium poppy field, quite hidden away from everyone as no-one ever ventured there.
One of our trips, we were fossicking in the little dump, which was out of sight of the valley, there was this weird huge white thing that suddenly rose from behind some bushes. Well, we never ran so fast, literally jumped over fences, the whole 4 kms home, and oddly never told our parents about the poppies or what happened. We didn,t go back.