My grandma had Old Spot. She was a milk cow. I was 6 or 8 years old. I remember that she was friendly. I also remember that her milk tasted really bad. We bought our milk at the grocery store so I hated drinking milk at my grandma’s. Maybe Old Spot wasn’t so friendly. Maybe I forgot. That was a lot of years ago. Pioneer Woman’s cows always look friendly. While out riding over the weekend, we were going really slow down a bumpy dirt road. There was a cow.. watching our slow trek.
I said “Vince, let’s stop and see if I can pet him!”
This was the unfriendliest cow I’ve ever seen! He walked right up to that fence, snorted at me, threw snot everywhere! Vince, sitting in the truck said “I think he’s a bull!” I said “I think you’re right! I think I’m not going to pet him!”
Then we traveled a little farther down the road and saw this:
That one with the white face reminds me of Lynn, my goofy chicken that doesn’t look right. The rest of these cows are all black so where did this one get that white frame around his face? Maybe he’s an outcast. Maybe he’s friendly. Maybe I’ll try petting this one.
Hmmm . . she really doesn’t look too friendly. I’m trying to look and see if she’s a he because that might explain this aggressive attitude she’s displaying. Nope, don’t see any bull parts. Maybe she doesn’t like my red sweater. Maybe she doesn’t like Vince’s red truck. Maybe it’s a real bad case of PMS.
Oh, no! She’s licking her lips and coming towards me. The reinforcements are arriving. I don’t think these cows are friendly at all! OK! I’m leaving. You missed your chance to be my friend!
She doesn’t look very sorry I’m leaving, does she? As I got into the truck, I think I heard her say “Eat More Chicken”! Goofy cow!