One of the things on my Bucket List is to milk a cow. I lived across the road from a dairy farm, until they sold all their cows a few years back. Couldn't milk one of their cows - they used milking machines and probably worried about liability if the cow kicked me or something. I don't know much about cows, but I like them.
Another Bucket List item is to bottle-feed a calf. Then I found out that lots of times, what's in the bottle in not milk, but calf formula of some kind. I prefer baby cows to drink milk straight from their mothers.
Note: I am still a Citiot, despite living in a rural area for more than a decade. Now I know more, but have never put any of it into practice (except for a large vegetable garden, and learning to can tomatoes. The most surprising thing I found out was that one cannot have chickens live in the basement to keep them warm during winter. Thank goodness my husband's uncle had a large farm, so he knew the hazards of that. Never did have chickens. I tried to get my neighbor to share a herd of chickens with me, but he wanted to never kill them -- effectively ending up with a nursing home for senior chickens. I wanted to be self-sufficient at least for our eggs and meat.
Let me see, where to start, (a "herd" of chickens you say,.....!).
I can fully understand why the neighbouring dairy farm you mentioned could not allow you to fulfill your ambition to milk a cow, and the reason I suggest involves no reflection upon your good self. Any stranger in the milking parlour or cow shed can upset them enough to cause them to withhold their milk when you're there. They will be sensitive to strange sounds/voices, smells, the way people unfamiliar with handling cattle move or behave, their body language even!
My father used to tell his children, when helping him move the cattle or sheep, to "watch their eyes". You do have to concentrate all the time because if you do not the animals will know your mind is not on the job and be more likely to misbehave!
One more funny thing, it has been proven that sheep placed in a straw bale tunnel, a tunnel splitting in two, and at the end of each dead end the fork leads to you place pictures of human faces, one smiling, the other grimacing, the sheep will choose to stand near the smiling picture.
Some years ago I suffered with depression, and when I attempted to move my fathers cattle they tended to be quite difficult to handle. When my mental state improved I spent more time looking after my fathers cattle, and even had a small "herd" myself, (you might have called it a "flock"?). The cattle became much calmer when I attempted to work with them or move them, and I put this down to their ability to pick up on my stress level, (my dad would have called it "reading your mind").
