Another Field Trip (maybe not the best ever)

I don't want to go into details because I do realize people work very hard, have a lot of pride, and truly believe in the 3-a-day dairy industry.  I also remember what happened to Oprah when she spoke ill of a certain type of animal, and this blog is surely just about as important and newsworthy and influential as her show was, right??!  

Let me just say that we got a tour of a local dairy today, and the following may be true:

1.  Basia still calls udders "gutters."

2.  Basia decided she does NOT want to be a cow when she grows up.

3.  My sister-in-law, Diana, should NEVER, EVER tour a dairy.

4.  A few moms were a bit shell-shocked when leaving a certain building.

5.  I may be reconsidering my love for ice cream and wondering how vegan enchiladas taste.

We almost had a really cool highlight of the tour.  We got to go the birthing area where at least three cows were close to giving birth.  We heard some "moo"ing in pain.  We saw evidence of placenta.  We waited.  And we waited some more until the tour guide was ready to get back to her other work, and we just had to go.  Basia would have been happy to wait all day, and I wouldn't have minded, either.  I promised her that I would find a video somewhere to show her the miracle of bovine birth.  I'm kind of hoping she forgets until she's at Aunt Saralyn's house.  It seems like a special moment that one should only share with an aunt.  Besides, I had to share the special moment when a soon-to-be-milked cow poo-pooed in a spray all over, including in Basia's hair and on her shoe.  It's someone else's turn.