Squeeze the cow's udders: I shall be thirsty enough: You pretty wriggler!
The Lioness milked her udders into them until they were filled.
I necessarily had to milk them to keep their udders from spoiling.
How great a using-up of udders, how vast a bewailing for the brawn!
This can only be well done by allowing the calf to suck all the udders, but not clean.
Oh, ye only drink milk and refreshment from the light's udders!
Look to the ewes' teeth, Jacob, and to their udders; see that the udders are sound.
Attached to each of the cow's udders were long lines of hose that ran for about ten feet across a big bill-board.
After the cows were clean as comb and brush could make them, he would wash their udders with warm water.
It was already dark, the cows were not milked, and would be lowing for her to ease their udders.