My “Living in the Country” Quest continues….
Here is a good little fact. Cows Know.
You see…. the revelation unfolded like this. I went to a birthday party tonight. The Guest of Honor turned three. Great party. Fabulous food.
I took a walk toward the end of the festivities. And yes. You know how at some parties… people will “rent” swan or geese for “atmosphere”? Welllll…. these folks brought in an entire field of cows.
I went to the fence, to talk to the old girls. At any rate… they seemed a little hacked off. In fact, they wouldn’t say a word to me edgewise.
Then it hit me. I had a big ol’ juicy hamburger for dinner.
They knew it. THEN… I KNEW that THEY KNEW.
Oh my. And then. There was a long…… extended……….. awkward silence….. standing there at the electric fence. Those cows stared at me hard. They were moving their mouths…. like they were chewing something. But I knew better. They were mocking me.
And then I quickly skulked off. (Before the Bulls got the word on the street.)
The next time I will know better. I’ll either steer clear of the burgers…. or not hang out with the Rent-A-Cows.
“The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.” – Robert Downy Jr.