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Milking time


This one is especially for Martina who likes cows. We're driving the 20kms or so from Kiama to Berry. Rich dairy land rolls by.

A month ago when I was showing photos of Berrima, Julie compared it to Berry. This gave me an idea for a photographic challenge ... to find the same shots in Berry ... Antiques, Tidy Rustic, Arty, Crafty, Foodie, Bookish and Wrapup. Let's see how we go and discover whether the towns really are comparable.
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  1. JulieOctober 6, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    Hah fabulous idea!

    How come are the cows in a line like that? Look like they are pretending to be a row of poplars breaking the prevailing wind.

    Love the South Coast ...

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  2. MartinaOctober 6, 2009 at 7:47 AM

    Martina says: MOOOOOOOH!

    :-)

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  3. Joan ElizabethOctober 6, 2009 at 8:20 AM

    Cows do that a couple of times every day without being asked ... they all follow each other to the milking shed.

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  4. UnknownOctober 8, 2009 at 5:00 AM

    Cows in a row! Fantastic!

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  5. ABOctober 9, 2009 at 6:18 AM

    A standard European joke. What do three Englishman do when they have nothing better do? Form a queue.

    I think you can see the British ancestry in these cows.

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  6. Joan ElizabethOctober 9, 2009 at 9:53 AM

    Good one AB .. though I learnt at school that Friesian cows came from Holland :-)

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