Starbright was a registered Milking Shorthorn cow who, when I bought her, was giving 4 gallons of wonderfully rich milk per milking twice a day. A quart of cream on a gallon of milk was usual.|
Star would raise any calf - her own or a bum who needed a mother. What I wouldn't give for just one more taste of her milk or one more chance to have her lick my knees when I milked her.
She would turn around and steal a bucket full of milk and drink it quicker than a wink and make me laugh every time she did it - a milk cow with a milk mustache! I always stopped at 1/2 a bucket and poured it into a carry pail a ways away from her or I would not get to the house with any milk.
Starbright would stand wherever I put her grain and hay while I milked her; the pasture, the lane or the barn. She would follow me anywhere if she knew I had COB (corn, oats and barley - especially if it was Rocky Mountain Sweet Mix.) So easy going.
She had been raised, shown (Colorado State Fair Grand Champion Heifer) and milked by ladies, Cinnamon, Tena and finally me. If my husband, John, tried to milk her, Star would put her foot in the bucket - her hoof was big enough that we always had to get new bucket because the bottom bowed out when she showed her displeasure.
Starbright would have been nineteen on May 1, 2008, which is old for a milk cow. For the last years of her life, Star was a "Grandma Cow", not being bred or milked just retired, grazing, eating hay and grain and occasionally still getting a bucket of milk - as I am now milking her niece, Sacred.
Starbright was buried in the part of the pasture where she always went to get the first green grass of spring, and yes, there was a bit of green grass to lay her in. I wish she could have enjoyed a bit of it this spring before she left us.