Yeah, he's pretty much a plush stuffed toy right now. Keeps him warm, though. That and his dancing.
There's always some water left in the butter, it just depends on how much of it can be squeezed out. Commercial butter uses a big press, so MOST of it is gone, but I use a wooden spoon to press my butter, so there's always a little bit left in there. I can get most all of it if I go the extra step of putting the ball of butter into a wet floursack dish towel and squeezing the shite out of it.
As to the milk tasting like the cow's breath, it shouldn't. Sometimes a cow will go into a negative energy balance (ketosis) and her breath will start smelling a bit sharp, and the milk smells pretty much the same. She's having a low-sugar episode with ketosis and feeding her high carbs and sugar will usually pull her out of it unless it's gone on for a day or three, in which case she would be very sick and need emergency care. My first cow, Bandit, had a ketotic episode once and I didn't recognize it (my first time with it), so it went on longer than it should have and I almost lost her. Luckily, my neighbor happened to suggest maybe she didn't like that new hay we'd gotten and was on a hunger strike, so he donated some bales of alfalfa to us and I gave her a couple of B-complex shots to get her appetite going, and she pulled out of it. I had to feed her a corn mix for about a month, though, to get the weight back on her, and I don't usually feed corn, but it was a matter of life and death, so I did.
Butterball? You should see him in the summer when he's fat on summer pasture! A friend of mine calls him Bubblebutt, LOL! I don't know his bloodlines because I never got his papers. He was free, so I didn't press. The lady that gave him to me said he was from Polish lines but that's all I know. He looks Egyptian to me, thus the Egyptian name (Rich wanted to name him "Horse," so we settled on "Horus," LOL!).
I think he's 15h3, but I've never measured him. But eyeballing him, I think that's right. He's athletic, though, that's for sure. Nice short back and strong legs and chest. I wish I could take videos, you should see him when he starts jumping around and farting, just to amuse himself. There doesn't even have to BE a scary bag monster in the pasture! ROFL! He's hysterical, and I just love watching him. Sometimes he comes flying into the corral from the pasture and it's muddy or snowy/icy and my heart stops, expecting him to slide right into the fence, but he always times his slides so he stops just inches away, then prances (that passage thing that dressage horses do?) away like he's the King of the World. And I guess he is, in his own mind.
Eh, in mine, too.
In other news, it's 3 below zero this morning, and the breeze is making the wind chill 20 below. I am NOT looking forward to chores. That's snot-freezing temps! But gotta go get those critters some hay to eat so they can keep their furnaces going and keep warm. I'm glad I'm not milking right now, this is one of those days that make milking a miserable chore for me. It's probably not so nice for the cows, either, because I use a belly milker and the rubber inflations that go on their teats are freeeeezing by the time I get everything out there and set up, and clean up the cows.
People always say they can't understand why I want my cows to calve in the fall, rather than in the spring, when there's all that nice pasture to make good milk to raise a calf on. Well, THIS is why. In the winter, when it's this cold, I can let the calf do the milking chores for me, then by spring, when all that nice grass comes up, the calf is ready to wean and *I* get all that luscious wonderful grass-fed cream for MY OWN SELF. Yes, this is why I have cows!
As always, the above is just my personal opinion, based on my personal experiences.