Heck.  There is a lot I don’t know about cows.  There is a lot you don’t know about cows too, I bet.

It wasn’t so long ago that I used to eat a lot of beef.  Steaks, burgers, roast beef… you name it.  Yep, and now I don’t really have it so much.

As the Big Hay Bundler would have it, I met a few cows… and had lengthy and meaningful conversations.  At first, they were Holsteins.  Milk cows.  But the more we talked, the less I felt like grabbing a cheeseburger after.

Here is the main thing.  Cows are quite philosophical.  Humans think cows are dumb animals.  I have come find out the Bovine Species is quite the opposite.   They are not the least bit obtuse.

They are reflective, meditative, and introspective.

I was recently in the midst of quite a few.  One of the cows was named Varny.  She was a hoot.  She would just blurt out random phrases that cracked me up.  I laughed so hard that milk came out my nose.  And I wasn’t even drinking milk.  But, in the midst of all the fun, Varny’s pensive commentary sure did make me think.

“Dreaming should be used to distract people from stigmata.”

“Some people make watery cupcakes without the absurdity of it all.”

“If you see cruddy centipedes next to a waterfall, run the other way.”

“Gather loose daisies with your hands, but never pick them.   Especially on Thursdays.”

“Nazi waffle coupons belong in deep space.”

Do you see what I mean?  I left that cow shaking my head back and forth.  Uncontrollably, really.  The ideas that cow put in my head.  And as I walked away, she yelled… “Drinking Ovaltine at small tables will make your socks stiff.”  Who knew?

Not in all my days, I’ll tell you.  Not in all my days.
“The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.” – Richard Bach