We have awesome neighbors. Specifically I'm talking about the neighbors just north of us (when I'm on day 86 and getting desperate for ideas, I'll start talking about the rest of my neighbors). They're quiet, friendly, and their yard is always well-kept and beautiful (they probably wish they could say the same thing about us). Their oldest son plays with my boys all the time, and they've even watched our pets when we go out of town.
They also give our neighborhood a cool farm atmosphere. I don't want to live on a farm. I don't want to be miles away from the nearest store (or the nearest anything) and I don't want all the work that goes with a farm. I mean, I can't even keep up with our grass. But there's something cool about hearing the sounds of a rooster and chickens. Our neighbors have a chicken coop with plenty of residents, so we frequently get to hear a rooster in the morning.
These residents were recently kicked out, however, by a baby bull.
You read that right. My neighbors have a baby bull. Three months old. They got him for free from a friend who's closing down his farm. So they kicked the chickens out of the coop and moved the bull in instead. He doesn't have any horns yet, so he just looks like a calf, but he does like to head butt things.
And moo. He moos a lot, and I think that's sooooo cool! I love listening to it. And I figure I'd better enjoy it while it lasts, since he's basically steak on hooves and won't be around for much longer.
At first, I think our neighbors were trying to protect us from the fact that they only plan to fatten him up for a couple more months before converting him into food storage. Well, we may be city folk, but we've never been wishy washy about where food comes from, and we've passed that along to our kids as well. They don't seem any more upset about the cow's fate than we are.
Meanwhile, several times a day, this is what I get to hear:
Awesome. So that's what I'm grateful for today. Cool cows and great neighbors.
4 comments:
I, too, am grateful for steak and hamburgers. Oh yes, and Moo-ing.
That's too funny. I must say, I actually wish we could have chickens. My mom lives by a farm and my kids love seeing the pigs and cows. But I'm not sure they've made the whole connection with the animals to the dinner plate. Our family has too many fans of Wilbur from "Charlotte's Web" to break the truth right now. (I think they think every animal can be saved by a talking spider!)
I love it....we should call him Norman!!
Kay, that's hilarious. I keep trying to convince Roccy to get a goat or something, but she thinks the HOA will be upset.
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