I grew up in rural Minnesota where there were a lot of farms and farmers. My family was not a farming family but we knew lots that were.
People farmed all sorts of things…beans, corn, chickens, pigs…and dairy cows.
I remember having a band rehearsal at my friend Kurt’s house and afterwards drinking a glass of milk as he pointed outside at the cow where it came from.
The cows gotta get milked. Every day.
So when Christmas rolls around it doesn’t do much good to try and explain to them how you’re going out of town for a week. The cows don’t care that it’s Christmas.
But luckily for the cows, the farmers knew this a long time ago when they committed to being dairy farmers. So the cows get milked on Christmas…no complaints, it’s not a surprise, that’s part of the deal.
If you want a different deal, better to sell the farm than try to negotiate holiday scheduling with the cows.
