Ok, they weren't exactly on Main Street, like playing in traffic or anything, but they were really close to it. Resting in the shade, very possibly after a raucous, rousing round of golf. Or maybe it had been chess. That's how these Main Street cows roll.
Good capture of these Moab beauties, Jim! Love the ear paraphernalia
Looks like they’re social distancing too😄
UTMike wrote:
Good capture of these Moab beauties, Jim! Love the ear paraphernalia
Yes, Mike; the earlobe accoutrements are quite the fashion statement among the bovine set, so they're tres popular. All the better gift shops in town seem to have them for sale.
Toment wrote:
Looks like they’re social distancing too😄
They do try, it would appear. But I'd bet they were cajoled into doing so by their overseeing raven.
MadMikeOne
Loc: So. NJ Shore - a bit west of Atlantic City
Cany143 wrote:
Ok, they weren't exactly on Main Street, like playing in traffic or anything, but they were really close to it. Resting in the shade, very possibly after a raucous, rousing round of golf. Or maybe it had been chess. That's how these Main Street cows roll.
Or maybe Shuffle Board or Bocci Ball?
MadMikeOne wrote:
Or maybe Shuffle Board or Bocci Ball?
Ah!!! You're clearly a cow watcher, too!!!
Excelsior!
MadMikeOne
Loc: So. NJ Shore - a bit west of Atlantic City
Cany143 wrote:
Ah!!! You're clearly a cow watcher, too!!!
Excelsior!
That's to be expected since I am, literally, a farmer’s daughter.
MadMikeOne wrote:
That's to be expected since I am, literally, a farmer’s daughter.
Since that --i.e., you being a 'farmer's daughter'--'s the case, you'd be 'closer' to cows than I'd have ever been. Close as I'd have gotten would've been those two or three week sojourns/summertime vacations we kids (and our folks, of course) spent with Mom's upstate NY dairy farmer forbearers. (Now, all these years later, all I'm really familiar with are the rump roast/hamburger/filet mignon beefsteak kinds of cattle that leap out at me as I drive along the state highways and backcountry two tracks out here in the West.) As well, had I been a true 'farmer's daughter' (or in my case, farmer's son), maybe I'd have known better than to inadvertently step into those not quite 'steaming', but still plenty slick, piles of.... well, you know.... out there in Gramma's cow pastures as I headed to join into whatever the game du jour had been at the time. And even now, and especially with these Ootahian bbq-bound cows, all the hard-core ones ever seem to wanna play is no-limit Texas Hold-'Em poker (or, ironically, 'Go Fish'). Or scrabble. Or Battleship. Bocci? Badminton? Curling? It seems that games like those might be a little too 'foo-foo' for the local
bovinicus ubiquitious Moabii.
And there's this one stinkin' bovine that
always manages to draw 'right' to an inside straight, too. With your more extensive experience, can I ask? should I try to bluff 'im out? or should I just fold my hand (he/they call it their 'hoof') and head back home??? Or is the son-of-a-gun just cheating?????? HELP!!!!
MadMikeOne
Loc: So. NJ Shore - a bit west of Atlantic City
Cany143 wrote:
Since that --i.e., you being a 'farmer's daughter'--'s the case, you'd be 'closer' to cows than I'd have ever been. Close as I'd have gotten would've been those two or three week sojourns/summertime vacations we kids (and our folks, of course) spent with Mom's upstate NY dairy farmer forbearers. (Now, all these years later, all I'm really familiar with are the rump roast/hamburger/filet mignon beefsteak kinds of cattle that leap out at me as I drive along the state highways and backcountry two tracks out here in the West.) As well, had I been a true 'farmer's daughter' (or in my case, farmer's son), maybe I'd have known better than to inadvertently step into those not quite 'steaming', but still plenty slick, piles of.... well, you know.... out there in Gramma's cow pastures as I headed to join into whatever the game du jour had been at the time. And even now, and especially with these Ootahian bbq-bound cows, all the hard-core ones ever seem to wanna play is no-limit Texas Hold-'Em poker (or, ironically, 'Go Fish'). Or scrabble. Or Battleship. Bocci? Badminton? Curling? It seems that games like those might be a little too 'foo-foo' for the local bovinicus ubiquitious Moabii.
And there's this one stinkin' bovine that always manages to draw 'right' to an inside straight, too. With your more extensive experience, can I ask? should I try to bluff 'im out? or should I just fold my hand (he/they call it their 'hoof') and head back home??? Or is the son-of-a-gun just cheating?????? HELP!!!!
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Hah! Your comment about the “slick” piles of you know what made me laugh. Slipping and falling because of one of those is no fun.
Nice shot. It looks as if that one fellow is checking you out.
Jim, you're just a "cowboy" at heart.
We farm folk know about those “slippery piles” from birth.
Nice to see some whiteface Hereford cattle for a change, what I consider to be the most beautiful bovine creatures to ever walk our planet.
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