I Talk to Cows
When Ben and I first looked at our house in South Carolina, we were thrilled to see we had no back neighbors ... unless you count the cows in the leased pasture behind our property. Most of the time, the cows are on the far side of the pasture, but when they are done grazing that part of the field, the rancher will head them over our way. We were thrilled yesterday when we saw the cows walking our direction. It's a strange hobby, I know, but looking at the cows has become a beloved pastime for me, my husband and our dog Joey, who immediately starts getting excited if we even say the word "cow." Upon seeing my Facebook post about "our" cows' return, someone asked me if I ever mooed at the cows, and if the cows mooed back. I replied that yes, I had tried mooing at the cows, but they just stood there looking at me like I was from outer space. My friend suggested that maybe the cows didn't understand me with my Louisiana/Texas accent, and maybe I should t...