The Cow Country Chronicle And Butterfat Beaconette

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 3, Issue 279, 5 March 1941, Page 2

The Cow Country Chronicle And Butterfat Beaconette

Edited by Esop Junr.

HE(A)RD IN THE SHADE IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME Some herds have a eow of a time in summer —because there are no trees in their pasture. But under the old apple tree —or the weeping willow tree, or the gum tree, there are contented cows chewing their cuds and looking as> if they're sure there'll always be an England to eat our butter and a "cow time" for the milkers. All over the Plains there are plenty of trees —but room for more. There are plenty of cows too, hundreds of thousands it seems, and sad to relate, some cows have no trees in their paddocks—nothing but the shade thrown by the barb wire fence Should you creep up close to the fence and listen in to what Daisy is saying to Strawberry; it might sound like this: "Well to think of it! The sun so hot and not a tree for us to lie down under! This boss of ours is a mean cow—l mean a mean human. If he had. stuck in a few willows, or blucgums or pines when we were calves there would be plenty of shade for us now." To which, Strawberry would reply: "This" boss is like lots of other humans—always putting off for tomorrow what he ought to do to-day. He says what's the good of planting f ree& when he might die next year, or be sold up by the mortgagee. And a good job if he is! Gee, Daisy, but it sure is hoi." And the morn! of all this is that while the boss is reclining in his eool bungalow listening to the lunch hour radio programme, let us hope that his herd is chewing or dozing under the spreading greenwood tree. The boss can sing: Ln the shade of—well any old tret? Where the spotties are waiting for me They'll be "waiting you At say twenty past two When its time to start milking— you see.

THE PUMP'S THE THING WHEREBY YOU DO THE WATERING If the cows could put on spectacles and read the BEiACON dry— but of course the cows are not dry; they have plenty of water, we hope. But if they jcculd read the BEA J CON advertisements they would give three cheers at the news 'that the Powerflo Pump (illustrated) can deliver 500 gallons of water an hour. That is good news for cows—the best news the herd has heard. Cows like to drink deeply, and a mere 500 gallons will not Drovide many rounds of drinks if the herd is of sue X.O.S. So the pump will have to keep working overtime—the same as the cows and cockies claim they do. The pump, like the brook goes on for ever and over. Men may c-ome and men may go—some, get sacked■ of course —but the pump goes on for ever. When the sun shines brightly, the cows drink deeply, and the pump has to step on the gas (or juice) and sing its "Pump Song," which goes like this: Pump for the cows are thirsty Pump for the sun is hot Pump up the good old water So the cows can have a spot. The 40-hour week does not seem to apply in J:he pumping industry. The cows drink the troughs down and then Old. Man Pump he just keeps on pumping along. Maybe Old Man Pump likes his job. Imagine him holding forth like this: Yes, I got a full-time job. I'm barman to a herd of a hundred (more or less) cows. They line up at the bar on hot days, have a quick one, and, moo out the order 'Fill 'em up again!' So of? I go again." But perhaps you can't imagine.