Bessie gave me a nod on the way home.

I didn't even think she noticed me. Those cows have the most interesting lives. You would think that they would get sick of eachother after grazing in the grass together for years. No, today they were showing me why they put their noses around in the grass. They said that they like to smell each clump of grass. They bite them one line at a time. There is a science to it. They cannot talk enough about the best way to graze in the grass.
Grazin in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it.
And its real, so real so real so real so real, etc.
I can dig it, We can dig it, she can dig it, they can dig it.
They sing that to me everytime I pass them.
This time Bessie was neither grazing nor chewing cud, she actually took the time to notice me. It took 2 years for her to look up from her cud at me.
I think she feels that I can relate with her, being a milk producer myself "retired".
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By the way...
There's a weekend jam session with the angel flutes on the columns of the building this weekend. I wish that I were working to catch it. It seems that they waited until Autumn to start their usual jam sessions. I am really not sure what the hold up was. I just know that the heaven made hornets nests and wasp nests are perfect flutes for them to use for wind instruments. They play insurance buildings, I guess.