Our five favorite cows.
No matter what other cows come and go around here, these five will always stay.
Fancy Pants, our lead cow, and her entourage: Number Three, Sophie, Skunk, and YingYang.
Right now, they’re our only five.
Well, almost . . .
We called the cows up, and they always come. We knew there was a new baby, so our discussion went something like this:
“He’s not with them.”
“Bet she’s got him hidden out somewhere.”
“Maybe I should walk over the hill and check.”
“You go right ahead. I’ll wait here.”
“Look! Here he comes!”
And, boy, was he hightailin’ it. Mom saw him coming, and let out a beller that scared even him, and he got so confused, he ran clear past the herd. He knew he was in trouble for not stayin’ put where Mom had told him to.
But Skunk obviously forgave him pretty quickly.
She’s a good mama.
And how could you not? Isn’t he adorable?
Isn’t that a cute little tongue?
I’m thinking about naming him Curly.
We’re not 100% sure he isn’t a she, and Curly will fit either way.
We could end up with a Home Six!