With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, may he rest in peace, for changing his poetic words a little.
A few days ago I put Jody's calf in the stall overnight and went out to milk Jody the next morning. I knew she would be a dirty mess, so I took along a bucket of warm, soapy water, a rag, and a towel, with which to clean her udder.
You couldn't have cleaned that mess up with a pressure washer! That stuff was stuck like concrete, not just on her udder, but all over her sides. I gave up and turned her out with Jenny, who is perfectly capable of taking every drop of her mother's milk and doesn't mind consuming a little dirt and manure.
I have two milk cows, and both of them are dirtier than any pig I've ever seen. So today we'll be out and about, and I will buy some milk.
Jody is limping again, pretty severely. I imagine walking through the deep snow aggravated her old injury. I hope it's temporary. At least if we decide to butcher her now, we have her heifer calf, thanks to my taking Cliff's advice a few months ago.