well this might not actually be a typical post any day, except after you’ve been to visit PAPA!! Listen closely my friends, because this is a secret I will share with you — whenever you get to become a Papa (or a Granny, as if that needed to be specified) you need to invest in a small and very TAME herd of cows! Yes, cows! Cows that you can walk through, cows that you feed table scraps to, and cows that will at any time be willing to come thundering across land or sea at the mere honking of a truck horn for cow “cookies”!! This is why your grandchildren will be willing to trek the 9 hour car ride, or remember explicitly who you are (at as young as 18 mons) when you talk to them on the telephone (Granny always says Papa is out feeding the cows and the kids know EXACTLY who they are talking to!!), or ask if we are going to Papa’s house EVERY time we cross paths with any bovine pastured up here in the tri-state area! This is the highlight of our trip down south!! Thanks Granny and Papa for always being so willing to load up the herd!! (i mean kids, here, sorry)
Everybody is loaded and accounted for — small babies get reserved seating inside the cab.
There is such a sense of determination — and the kiddos believe that you can only feed them ONE “cookie” at the time. By the way these “cookies” are real actual cow food molded into pellet shape that we have deemed “cookies” only for the children’s sake of understanding that this is SNACK TIME!
I am telling you this is FUN! Can you think of anything more exciting that a bunch of sweaty, fly-swatting bovines literally galloping up to the truck to put their REALLY wet noses and extremely long tongues around these small bits of “cookies” that you are holding in YOUR hand?
Sorry for the yuck in this photo — even the poo is a part of the process!
So the “cookies” have all been dished out and everyone (including Papa) are in high spirits!!
Until somebody wants more!