I love cows.
I even love naughty cows.
Cows are such over-sized rascals.
Saturday night, Skip’s cows were out and I could see him across the river, from my porch, shining lights and hollering at his cows, trying to herd them together and drive them back up the road to his farm in the dark. Yesterday morning, they were out again, down the road, in somebody else’s yard. He hadn’t had time to walk his fences all the way yet to find the problem. I felt a little sorry for him so I got in my Explorer and drove down there to help. Actually, I just wanted in on the action. I can’t help myself. I always think it’s hilarious when other people’s cows are out.
That’s because they’re not my cows.
My cows are well-behaved.
Especially this one.
Okay, maybe I think it’s so funny because I have cows and my cows have been out and somehow that is usually funny, too. And annoying. Which is why it’s just pure fun when it’s somebody else’s. All the fun, none of the annoyance!
It was the highlight of my weekend! I helped Skip drive his cows up the road then I went back to my porch