I head into the house for my hat and my cane and the keys to my truck. There’s not a thing wrong with me but a bum knee. Several months ago one of my heifers knocked me down accidentally and it spooked her so bad that she stepped on my leg. This happened in the pasture behind my house, where I keep twenty head of white-faced Herefords. It took me two hours to drag myself back to the house, and those damned cows hovered over me every inch of the way.
~ Terry Shames, A Killing at Cotton Hill
This is what creeps me out about cows. A friend and I once fell asleep next to a river on their farm – when we woke up, we were surrounded by bovines 😯
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This is cute. I like the picture. I’m fond of saying that I can edit and edit and edit till the cows come home and never get anything published.
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