There may be exceptions, but it’s a fact that diary cows are often forcibly impregnated.
freepress.org/journal.php?strFunc=display&strID=317&strJournal=35
“Several times a day, dairy cows are hooked by their udders to electronic milking machines, which can cause the cows to suffer electrical shocks, painful lesions, and mastitis.”
freefromharm.org/farm-animal-welfare/what-about-humanely-raised-milk-and-dairy-products/
“Dairy cows only lactate and produce milk when they become pregnant with calves, so to be considered a productive and economically-viable cow, she must be routinely impregnated, causing greater stress, greater likelihood of illness and premature death.”
youtube.com/watch?v=wF5THhPeBQE
There is no doubt that dairy cows are stressed, which is a shame. There are places, like I said, that take very good care of their cows. My cow doesn’t seem to mind the milking machine. Though I spent quite a bit of money one it, and never use it because
I don’t like it. She’s never gotten electric shocks, lesions or mastitis with me. None of my cows or goats have. Actually they have. From their calves. Big huge painful lesions from bite marks and gnaw marks.
My Jersey cow stands around the stanchion waiting for milking time. She’ll poke her head at the glass door on my patio if she gets impatient. She disappears into the woods and fields for hour. Comes to the house for snacks, at milking time and went she wants to be loved on or when she’s curious about what I’m up to. She likes bananas, apples, leftover bread, and she really likes those cranberry orange scones from Publix.
My holstein/angus cow was one of those ‘poor calves’ pulled off her mother at one day old. I bottle raised her. She comes when she’s called and ‘answers’ me from the fields and woods. When she sees my car pull up she runs to it because she somehow, I dunno how, thinks there are treats in it. I had nothing to do with it
I only milked her once because she was engorged when she had her first calf and she was a perfect lady on the stanchion. You’d think it was in her genes
As I milk the Jersey girl, my holstein paces outside the stanchion waiting for her turn that doesn’t come. Poor thang
When my brother visits the farm, wearing he hates all my animals, the cows follow him all over the farm and eat snacks he begrudgingly gives them.
Don’t get me started on what the calves have gotten into.
These are not unhappy animals
But you’re heart is in the right place
