playing hide and go seek the last I saw them.
I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh. Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree? I can't tell. But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding. The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.
They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.
Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.
assorted short stories about wildlife and cattle "The birds, their carols raise..."
Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
Showing posts with label cow sightings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cow sightings. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Bessie and the Gals were
playing hide and go seek the last I saw them.
I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh. Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree? I can't tell. But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding. The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.
They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.
Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.
I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh. Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree? I can't tell. But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding. The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.
They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.
Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Cow manure and peonies
New sets of flowers means playing in the dirt and smelling the odors of cow manure. I love it. The colors of fall include new flowers the trees redressing in their Halloween costumes and the birds hiding out for the chilly weather.
I just can't wait for the peonies to do their fall dance for me. They are practiced and ready for the fall flower festival. The dance will bring out the best in the courtyard and will delight all of the onlookers. Those who can see their dance, those who participate in their dance and those who imitate their dance in their own way. We are not only dust in the wind. We have the delights of all of these sights and smells and thoughts and sounds and feelings to imbibe on this journey through this terrestrial scene. We usually perseverate, or overuse one or more of the senses and neglect some of the other, just as useful ones, to our own loss and sometimes deterioration.
High on cow manure and peonies is far better than high on sugar and guar gum and chocolate.
Our eyes will be engaged in the thrills that are prepared for us in heaven. Let us enjoy the beauty and lessons of the sights on earth and enjoy the beautiful gifts that God has prepared on earth for us richly to enjoy. I see that the bluejays do.
I just can't wait for the peonies to do their fall dance for me. They are practiced and ready for the fall flower festival. The dance will bring out the best in the courtyard and will delight all of the onlookers. Those who can see their dance, those who participate in their dance and those who imitate their dance in their own way. We are not only dust in the wind. We have the delights of all of these sights and smells and thoughts and sounds and feelings to imbibe on this journey through this terrestrial scene. We usually perseverate, or overuse one or more of the senses and neglect some of the other, just as useful ones, to our own loss and sometimes deterioration.
High on cow manure and peonies is far better than high on sugar and guar gum and chocolate.
"I looked and behold there was a great multitude which no man can number..." Rev. 5:11
Our eyes will be engaged in the thrills that are prepared for us in heaven. Let us enjoy the beauty and lessons of the sights on earth and enjoy the beautiful gifts that God has prepared on earth for us richly to enjoy. I see that the bluejays do.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Bessie and the girls
Were gathering at the coffee truck this morning. Gossipping and chuckling at every little thing. Bessie's mouth was covered in jelly and sugar from the jelly donut that she enjoyed lavishly while talking. Her nose was still in her coffee cup when I passed the girls, on my way to work.
They make me think about the slowness of the day for the cow population of Huntersville. The labor of making milk and chewing cud looks like fun and games, but Bessie always reminds me that it is alot of hard work for them. Every creature has their labor and their reason.
Sometimes I wonder if their reason is the gossip or the chewing or the milk making.
They make me think about the slowness of the day for the cow population of Huntersville. The labor of making milk and chewing cud looks like fun and games, but Bessie always reminds me that it is alot of hard work for them. Every creature has their labor and their reason.
Sometimes I wonder if their reason is the gossip or the chewing or the milk making.
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Sparrow's Spring nest
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09