A Case of Mistaken Identity

A couple from Alabama visited us recently. They are city folks and are not used to seeing cows up close and personal. They were fascinated by the herd and since they were leaving the next morning, we all made one last trip to the pasture to "count cows." We wanted to make sure they were all there and doing well when we came up short. It seemed that two were missing, a mama and young calf.

After some searching, we saw Mama in the distance, with a calf at her feet. They were separated from the rest of the herd and we drove closer to make sure they were OK. The calf was very still, not moving and we feared that it was sick or worse. As we got off the golf cart and moved closer, it still did not move. I was close to tears as my husband touched it and patted it softly. All at once it got to its feet, wobbled close to Mama as they hurried away.


We were relieved but confused a little about why they were away from the herd and if, indeed, the little one was ill. Our "city cousin" from Alabama suddenly said "Well, who is THAT baby?" We all turned and saw the month old calf with his mama in the middle of the herd. Turning back to the other calf, we realized that that was a new born baby we had stumbled upon. We had mistaken the brand new baby for a month old calf. "You two need to go back to Cow College!" They said, and we did feel silly for not recognizing the cow who had given birth just hours before.


When we got back to our house, I phoned my mother. It was her birthday and I called her to tell her we had a special birthday surprise.


"You have a new Grandcow born on your birthday, Mother." I said.


She was delighted and when I asked her if we could name the calf after her she said "I would be honored." So, we have two new calves a month apart. One little male named "Jr." and a new little female we named "Colleen."


P.S. I know that you are probably thinking that we are silly about our cows.


and........ WE ARE!!!!

There is a New Kid on the Block

This is the announcement of our new baby calf, born April 27. He is cute as can be (see picture) and we are happy to report that both mom and baby are healthy and doing well. They are registered at Tractor Supply for those of you who would like to send a baby gift.

My husband and I do treat our Black Angus cows well. We go visit them almost every evening. The smell of manure wafts over the pasture, especially on a hot, humid day. I have learned not to wear sandals in the pasture. I did, quite accidentally, one day. It was not a pretty sight. Those sandals were new too!

I sometimes sing to the cows and they seem to like it. No one else would and maybe it is because my voice sounds like a loud MOO that the cows seem to like my songs. They like the songs "Mooooon River" and "Harvest Mooooon." And they really seem to like gospel music, which makes the expression "Holy Cow" seem appropriate.

Review of the "Review"

Vol 1, Issue 1 of The Cat Head Biscuit Review, a Literary Journal from the South arrived yesterday. I pulled it out of my mailbox and flew into the house, put on my glasses and poured over every word. I have been anxiously awaiting a peek at this new publication with the cute name.

Peppered with short stories, interviews, poetry and original artwork, T.C.H.B.R. is real tasty. I savored each yummy morsel! Talented writers from Mississippi, Georgia and the far away land of Wisconsin butter up delicious titles, such as "Demon Crossing" and "A Routine Patient," and serve them up HOT!

To Editor Mike and staff, "YOU DID GOOD!"

And.... I love, love, love my Cat Head Biscuit Review tee shirt! I will be ordering the tote bag soon and hope you offer coffee mugs in the future.

Dear Readers: Y'all go to http://www.thecatheadbiscuitreview.com/

and PLEASE.... Pass the biscuits!