Until now,
I never really thought about cows having their own language...
I never really thought about cows having their own language...
a moo here, a moo there, was the gist of it for me
Ms. Ruthie Moo-Moo, during a bellow
Now that we have our own cow...
and have neighbors who also have cows...
and have neighbors who also have cows...
I can hardly help but hear the language of cows
Ms Ruthie Moo-Moo, uh...yeah, she likes to keep her nose clean
I didn't think our cow would ever make a moo sound...
(so sweet and quiet, she was)
until, she grew up into a beautiful young lady cow
She woke me up one night with not a demure "moo"...
but, a bellow
it didn't sound very lady-like to me...
in fact, I thought she was in great trouble until...
I was better informed on the meaning of the bellow
but, I guarantee you...
it sounded very lady-like to the boy cow...
okay, bull, down the road...
and you can bet he gave back an answer that rang out across the valley
she bellowed all night long...
right near to our cottage
he bellowed back, throwing the wild sounds across the valley...
over the river...
and through the woods...
she bellowed all night long...
right near to our cottage
he bellowed back, throwing the wild sounds across the valley...
over the river...
and through the woods...
Ms. Ruthie Moo-Moo, enjoying a cucumber...showing off her tongue
At eighteen months of age...
and doing some needed research on the subject...
we have decided to wait a few more months before...
boy meets girl
Ms. Ruthie Moo-Moo, looking more like a princess cow
Ah yes...
the joys of cow keeping
May your day, or night be free of bellows.
