Hanging of a milk can

Years ago, acquaintances of my parents had a farm or a higher hill in the southern part of our province. They have long since passed away. But in the heyday of their farming existence, before they left it to their son, my parents received this milk can. Now that my mother has now gone to the nursing home where she can also be pampered, this milk container was too big to take with her. So now they stand in our court as a reminder of the past.
I thought it would be fun to take a detail photo of the handle.