Every herd back then had their share of cows with long pendulous udders, often with their front teats pointing east west so to speak, not very compatible with the milking machine.
And every herd had its share of cows with bad feet, curled up hooves, all these traits were gradually improved over the next twenty years with the use of AI. Up till then everyone had there own bull, kept off what was judged to their best cow, but all too often the best milker often had one of the above “faults” and of coarse when that bulls young stock eventually came in to their second lactation some six year after your decision to breed from that bull, the truth suddenly come to the surface and you have a quarter of the herd with bad feet or ugly udders. All that change as proven bulls became available through AI.
It was also around that time that the cow cubicles had been invented, the cow men could not believe that a cow would stay and lay down in a stall without being tied up.
The only alternative to stall housing was deep straw bedded. And of coarse with the loose housing came the milking parlour, which up to then had been abreast parlours, now came in the herring bone parlours.
Father had a Standard Fordson, all painted in dark green,
It came with iron wheels, and was quite a powerful machine,
Doing the work that four old horse, took all day to do,
Up and down the furrows and it never lost a shoe.
When fathers horses finally went, he then had tractors two,
It was a David Brown, all new and painted bright red all through,
It had hydraulics and P. T. O., so modern it wasn’t true,
Never missed the poor old horses, walking miles that did accrue.
Countryman (Owd Fred)
Thorstein Veblen (1857 – 1929)