Cows in Their Natural Habitat

You've seen the pictures of our day on the farm, but Fred and Bessie are here to bring you the REAL story of the day. Once again, I really wish I could speak Moo, but I'll do my best to translate. Blogger has a Hindi translator. Maybe I should speak to them about a Moo translator.

The cows were thrilled to get a glimpse of their very first life sized cow. They were practically jumping out of their skin when they saw this sweetie. It certainly seemed to set the tone for their day. And I couldn't keep them in their seats.

Their excitement grew when the farmer asked them if they'd like to eat with their new friends. They leaped out of my hands (thank goodness for damp, soft ground!) and joined the "cousins" for lunch. I think that their eyes were bigger then their stomachs. That, or they were just star struck. They didn't manage to get much down. They had to come back later for more. I think they felt like the bucket on the tractor was a safe place. Hungry little cows, aren't they? Didn't I read somewhere that cows have seven stomachs? Maybe I'll take out the little plugs on their undersides and find out. Or maybe not.




After lunch they indicated that they wanted to see more of the farm, so the farmer allowed them to ride on the tractor. The little horse (he was truly a little guy) was in the way, eating some of that corn out of the bucket, but he moved soon enough. Well, eventually. Fred and Bessie were okay with that, since they'd never seen a horse, and they just stared and stared. I had to tell them that staring wasn't polite. Even then, they really just wanted to look at the horse. Cows. What are ya gonna do?

Our last stop before leaving was to head inside the farm house and say goodbye, thanking the farmer's wife for allowing us to scoop her cow poo. What kind, warm, generous people! I know I sound sarcastic, but we really appreciated them letting strangers show up on their doorstep, play with their animals and scoop their poo. While inside we met, of all things, a fan! Okay, so she had read my name in the comment section of someone else's blog, but we didn't have to tell Fred and Bessie that! They're convinced she's a diehard fan, so SHH! don't tell! They even let her kiss them, which they NEVER do with anyone else!


It was finally time to go home (much weeping on the part of my bovines, but they refused to let me photograph that - seems Oatmeal Head and his Paparazzi comment had an effect on my cows), so the Hunny let them ride in the back of the truck till we got to the road. I was scared to death, as not even the children are allowed to ride in the back, but they surprised me and did really well. You know, way out there in the country, if something had happened to them, I had no clue where to find the closest hardware store and Super Glue. Fortunately no one got hurt.



As promised, we stopped at QT (that's Quick Trip, for my Florida friends) for a slushie. No road trip is complete without a slushie! See how they stare? I think they were a little freaked out by the blue drink. Frozen Smurf blood, methinks. It took them a minute or two to recover enough to try a sip, but when they did -- WOO! They moo'd like crazy all the way home! Jumping up and down, going nuts. Who knew? Keep the bovines AWAY from the sugar!

Speaking of sugar, after their reaction to the Smurf blood, I wasn't ABOUT to let them try THESE. No. Bad cows. They may be one of my favorite treats of all time, but they're not for little cows. I know Hallie, over at WWoW, will tell me that they're not for people either, but I love Cadbury Eggs. I was a good mommy, though. So as to avoid undue temptation, I left them where they were. My treat for the day was a Mongolian eggroll. Pork, people, not beef.

And here they are on the ride home, safe in my minivan. Cute, isn't it, to see little ones all buckled in, ready to go? I think they slept most of the way home, what with the sun, wind and excitement of the day. Even with the cousins and my boys jabbering away like a pack of monkeys, they kept their little eyes shut and napped. Which might explain them being awake half the night, up to no good in my kitchen. Wait till you see what they did THERE. But that's for another time.

Until I write again ...

Flea