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November Meme: Day 21 - Another Moment
Nov. 21st, 2010 09:23 pmDay 21 - Another Moment
As I've said before, the place I'm renting now is on a farm which borders a second farm. My landlords and their neighbors raise beef cattle. On either side of my driveway are pastures full of grazing cattle, and also one of the troughs from which the cattle get some feed every morning.
Cows, like most any domesticated animal, know when it's feeding time. Coincidentally, feeding time for the cattle next to the driveway appears to be roughly about the same time I tend to arrive home after taking the kiddo to school in the mornings. Whoever feeds the cattle also drives a truck, and I've learned that cows know to look for a truck but they apparently can't discern between color, make, and model of said truck. Whenever I stop to check my mail in the mornings, the cows all press close next to the fence, and when I don't pull out a bucket of feed to dump into their trough, I hear them moon angrily at me.
And every morning when I continue on down my driveway, the cows stare at me. In that moment I know that were it not for a lack of claws and fangs, the cows would probably love to eat me.
( The Meme )
As I've said before, the place I'm renting now is on a farm which borders a second farm. My landlords and their neighbors raise beef cattle. On either side of my driveway are pastures full of grazing cattle, and also one of the troughs from which the cattle get some feed every morning.
Cows, like most any domesticated animal, know when it's feeding time. Coincidentally, feeding time for the cattle next to the driveway appears to be roughly about the same time I tend to arrive home after taking the kiddo to school in the mornings. Whoever feeds the cattle also drives a truck, and I've learned that cows know to look for a truck but they apparently can't discern between color, make, and model of said truck. Whenever I stop to check my mail in the mornings, the cows all press close next to the fence, and when I don't pull out a bucket of feed to dump into their trough, I hear them moon angrily at me.
And every morning when I continue on down my driveway, the cows stare at me. In that moment I know that were it not for a lack of claws and fangs, the cows would probably love to eat me.
( The Meme )
