Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Who Let The Cows Out? Moo-Moo-Moo-Moo!
(Lynne Burgess is unable to post today, so I'm filling in for her. Hope you get better soon, Lynne!)
Yes, I know. That was a poor rendition of a pretty famous song.
I must confess, today it was me who let the cows out. You see, we live on a small property and have six, gorgeous, Dexter cows. We also have lots and lots of grass that needs to be mown.
Six cows and one sheep can eat a lot of grass. Hubby mows a lot of grass. So we came to the natural conclusion.
Let our four-legged, manure-making, automatic-mowing-machines out!
Yes. Brilliant idea.
We closed the front gate and put a padlock on it. Can't have cows wandering on a main road.
Made sure they couldn't hurt themselves on anything. Made sure fresh water was available.
Then it was time to let them loose.
You should have seen them. It looked like a bunch of prisoners escaping from a Federal Penitentiary. Cows kicking, sheep baa-ing and dogs barking. The noise was deafening.
Life was good. Cows were happy, hubby was happy, what more could I ask for?
I settled into my favourite chair, pulled out a book I needed to review and grabbed a Pepsi Max.
Yep, life was good.
Thirty minutes later and I got that creepy feeling. The one where you just know someone, somewhere is looking at you.
I turned my head...and there was Babette, nose pressed against the window looking at me.
Once I got over the shock and cleaned up the spilt Pepsi, I grabbed my phone and took a pic.
That's a photo of her above.
Isn't she the prettiest cow you ever saw?
So yes, it was me who let the cows out. Moo, moo, moo, moo.
Now I just have to work that scene into a story. And, considering I write suspense it won't be easy.
How would you include that scene into your current work-in-progress?
Lee Franklin lives in Western Australia on a small property. She loves her cows and has even been known to ask their opinion on story ideas. They're happy to listen to anything she says, as long as she's brushing their coat at the time!