Swedish Red.  Randall.

Highland.  Dutch Belted. And….Belgian Blue.

All of these are kinds of Cows.   I finally have learned about Holsteins, Jersey, Short Horns,  and Angus and such.  All of this after growing up in inner-city Dayton.   A city girl.  I did not know cows came in all of these flavors.

But recently…. I found out that invisible cows are herd…. but not seen.
And cows that are pampered too much will only give…. spoiled milk.
If you decide to knock a cow over… you mustn’t cry over spilled milk.

But back to my youth.

Yep.  A large Catholic Family growing up in an urban area.  The only kind of cows I knew…. were Holy Cows.

I wonder if Holy Cows drink Holy Water.  Heaven only knows.

But now that I am out here in the country, I’ve decided to give this cow farming thing a try.  But…. the other day I was milking a cow… and pulled my calf.

Oh.  Enough already.

Well…. almost.  Just one more thing.

Frequently, it seems our cows are terribly grumpy.  I just think they are mooooody.

Most of them won’t even give milk.  That would make them…. are udder failures.

Ohhhhh….. Sorry.   I don’t know what is wrong with me tonight.   I guess I’m just feeling kind of …. cheesy.

But cows are truly miraculous animals.  Just remember… without the cow….

specifically…..  those chilly Artic Cows…..

YOU would not have ice cream.

“We live at the edge of miraculous.”  – Henry Miller