We are home!
And holy cow what an experience!
We got her about 9:30am Saturday morning and she had been milked. She was *not* wanting to go into the trailer and the farmer and my SO were convinced she wouldn't fit. I wasn't giving up so easily.
We finally got her loaded in the trailer and she was in there tight. She isn't a lovey kinda cow-we are still getting used to each other. She did ride well (she didn't have much choice) and we got home about 1am. Once she figured how to get out she ate and drank and paced and met the goats and chased them and found the hay bale and I settled in with a heavy coat and lattern until about 4am. She just kept walking.
I got back up early yesterday with some romantic notion I'd skip to the pasture with my clean bucket and drink her milk on the way up the hill. That so did not happen.
I gave up trying to milk her about 7pm-after building two makeshift milking areas. I stopped sobbing about 10pm.
Got a rope, Googled how to make a slip knot and went back down the hill this morning. That was almost 4 hours ago but by golly she is milked. I only got kneed in the head 3 times! And not too bad-she wasn't trying to hurt me, just trying to make me quit.
I didn't get a drop of milk to keep as she kicked the bucket over and over and over and she wasn't as deflated as she was when I picked her up, but after milking on her for almost an hour I swear there was no more I could get out by hand.
But she is home, she survived, I survived though my emotions are a wreck and we are on our way to being friends. Not fast friends as I had hoped, but she's here and I love her. Even if she is as stubborn and hard headed as I am.
Thanks for the help. <3