Anchor Struck

On our way to the fabulous feed described in my last post, Jude and I stopped at a nearby

dairy farm and secured five barrels we will use as floats for a dock in the pond.  Here they

are safely home.

According to the labels on the barrels, they originally contained “Pre & Post Antiseptic Teat

Dip”; or, as they say in France, “Bain de Trayons Antiseptique pour Avant et Apres la Traite”.

Leave it to the romantic French to make it sound sexier.

This was a real coup for us.  Not only are we recycling some plastic for the long term, I found

out that “teats” is a real word.  I had been lazying under the misconception that it was slang.

I thought that “tits” was the common medical term for breasts, and “breasts” was the formal

term used in presentations at professional conferences.

To me, “teats” was in the neighbourhood of “booger” and “poop” as slang.  It sound weirder

than “tits”, for sure, and thus more entertaining.  And that’s the way we learn.  Just when we

think we have a mot of knowledge tacked down, it gets challenged and changed.

So my education, despite strident resistance on my part at times, continues.  Poop.