Visalia

I stopped in Visalia to see my cousin Mark. In the afternoon we took a look at his orange orchard. There were a few remaining oranges hanging on the trees that were killed by the frost in January, but the blossoms and developing fruits looked promising. We also stopped at a dairy farming operation. The cows come into the milking barn and take one of 80 spots on a giant carousel. As they are slowly turned over the next few minutes, one man cleans the teats, the next attaches the milkers. After the a few minutes the milkers are removed and the cows back out near the point where they started. The cows apparently enjoy the ride so much that the bull will some times come in and go for a ride himself.