Tuesday, September 27, 2005


"Little Boy Blue
Come blow your horn;
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn."

There's nothing unusual about seeing cattle on our way to school in the mornings, but these girls were out of their fence and right next to the highway. I knew they weren't our neighbor's as he has Angus, so I called the school secretary to check if they belonged to her husband (Turned out they were her son-in-law's).

Living in a small community, you not only know every person that you meet, but you recognize their livestock, too. Happy herding!


Anonymous said...

That is too funny, and thanks for sharing, we used to have pigs and horses, and the sight of my Mother runing down the highway in the winter in boots and her nightgown under her winter parka is one that I will remember forever.

clew said...

Ha! I am learning a little of this - a misplaced city girl in a farming community. I love it though.

We were in Kentucky once on vacation - we were driving a ribbony country road through tobacco fields, when we turned a bend and came face to face with a large foaming bull, hustling down the road like he owned it.

It was an odd thing - we've often wondered about him.