Howe's the serenity

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Gower Wilson calls out to his dairy queens by name, each cow dutifully milling in for her turn. He positions the bucket underneath her udder and slowly and methodically, pinches and pulls, the fresh milk hitting the bucket in rhythmical tones. Every day, locals place empty glass milk bottles on Gower’s fence, with a $2 coin, for him to refill and return.

“I’ve been milking cows since I was five years old,” he tells me, the small crinkles around his eyes belying his 78 years.

Gower grew up on Lord Howe’s rolling green hills, one of the three or four landowning families. Asked about change, he says, “I’ve seen it change with TVs and telephones and electricity before that. But I was pretty young then.”

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