"When I was planning to get married I had to find a house and I decided to try and talk my
friend and present neighbour, Reg Pidcock, into renting his. He was not easily persuaded...
"Who'll milk the cow?"
"You can," I said. "You'll be around."
"No, I won't. I'm going off fishing. You can learn..."
"I wanted the house, so I learned to milk. I milked Blackie once a day, when I got around to
it."
"The pasture was across the road and Blackie was usually somewhere well back in the bush
behind it." (Roderick Haig-Brown. Measure of
the Year. p. 32).
