|my father and the cow
||[Dec. 24th, 2000|04:49 pm]
My dad raises cattle. He always has, and I've never been quite sure why. He usually has about 50 head at any given time, give or take 10 or so. As near as I can tell, he sells the cattle to other guys who also like to raise cattle. It's like trading cards. He never kills them for meat, milks them, or anything. He just likes taking care of them.|
But that's not the point of this story.
When I was about 8, I asked my dad if I could have a cow. He said sure, and I picked one out. It was a white calf with black, screwy lines all over it. I called it Marble. She was cute, and easily distinguishable from the other cattle. Now, effectively calling the cow mine meant nothing, as my dad still took care of her and such.
Every so often, I go along with my dad to feed the cows, and Marble is always there. He always points her out, and says "Recognize her?" And I say, "Sure do!". We then talk about her health, how she's doing, etc, etc.. It's very nice.
But the day before yesterday, I realized something. Marble is like 16 years old. And I don't recognize any of the other cows. I always thought that it was because they all just sortof look the same, but it's not true. My dad sells them fairly often, and tends to keep a young herd, near as I can tell.
So he kept Marble, simply because she is one of the rare connections between us. She's "my cow" in name only, but that was enough.
So there's my sappy story about my dad, myself, and a cow.
Laugh if you want, but I am touched.
2000-12-24 03:11 pm (UTC)
maybe it's just the season...
but that actually is very touching.
(have you ever had a cow sneeze on you? it's horrible.)
2000-12-24 04:12 pm (UTC)
Re: maybe it's just the season...
No, but I have had a cow lick my hand numerous times. It's much worse than a cat tongue. You feel like your skin is being pulled off.
Plus, it's really gross.
2000-12-25 01:11 am (UTC)
and by the way
HOORAY FOR HARP
let's pretend i put that comment one post down, like i meant to do.
Hey, you can say "HOORAY FOR HARP" anytime and anywhere you like. It's the one beer that I really like.
2000-12-25 11:50 am (UTC)
HOORAY FOR ROY!
no one likes harp.
well, i do. i really do. i haven't had it in a long time, because i don't like to buy things that i know i am going to have to drink all by myself. other people really detest it.
i think harp was the first beer i had, but that might have been killians red. i do not like not remembering things. i will simply say it was one of the first.
ah... to be a beer virgin again.
that sounded... off.
I'll split a 6 of Harp with you one day, so you can justify purchasing it.
Do people really detest Harp? But it's so quaint and Irish and stuff.
that's a really sweet story, roy. thank you for sharing. not cheesy at all.
Thanks. Remind me to tell you about my dad's raccoon sometime.
i really have to stop reading your journal until you post like 15 times.
i keep reading this and seeing "my father the cow" and it is making me giggle.
i can't find your replies, though. pine is annoying me.
I'll do my best to post 15 times in the next few days. I've got a LOT of potential posts I haven't put up yet for lack of time. I'm jotting the gist of them down in my notebook, though, so expect a flood soon.