I don't know where we're going, but I know where I am (part 10)

Gremlinertia wrote: »

Cattle were my best friends growing up differing personalities and likes/dislikes etc. Great craic.

That black cow was the mama cow of the farm. God I loved her to bits. Had her from about 3 weeks old up until she was about 15. She preferred people to other cows and spent a summer breaking out of her field to run up along the field next to the farm yard and stand staring into the farm at my dad she would moo at me in a really low tone, mimicking how she would moo at a newborn calf, so I am pretty sure she thought I was a little cow so obviously quite intelligent ha ha ha. She would get very jealous of other cows coming over to me in the field and would shoo them away from me with her lovely head. I adored her. The summer before my dad passed away I was outside helping him but very sick and was sitting in the cows manger with my head against the wall. She crossed the shed, stood in nearly on top of me and rested her head on top of mine. She knew I wasn’t well. Sometimes she would get in a bad mood with my dad and fück off up the farm yard instead of going into the shed. At the start we would follow her to bring her back but she’d keep running away. Then we stopped and let her off, and she’d be fuming nobody was coming after her she’d stand at the road mooing in to let us know she was out there if you just ignored her she came back in by herself. I was soooo lucky growing up with her. And all the cows. Love animals.