When A Cow Yells At You…


Saturday, The Captain, Boo and I made our weekly trip to the Convenience Center.


For those of you who may not have this in your area, I’ll explain. We have no rural trash pick up.

Placed all over the county are these Convenience Centers. It’s the place we take our trash and recyclables.

I like when The Captain drives, it leaves me free to take pictures.

Below is a full hay barn. A sense of peace for the local farmers. Work is done and the critters have an ample supply of food for the winter.

Round hay bales waiting to be picked up and stored.

The Captain stopped the truck so I could take pictures of these cows. One of them kept yelling at me.

This one. See her looking at me?


I thought she was warning me to stay out of her pasture.

She kept yelling and staring at me. The others ignored me.

After several bites from some of the “300 RED ANTS” crawling up my leg and me doing a dance on the side of the road, I realized she was trying to tell me to watch out for that ant hill.

Next time, I’ll pay closer attention when a cow yells at me.

I absolutely despise red ants! And yeah, that’s my footprint.

If there is one thing that will make me lose my religion, it’s those, umm, darn, red ants.

On the way back we came across this little guy.

I couldn’t help but scratch his little donkey head. He was very friendly!

Makes me think that maybe I’d like to have a little donkey for the farm.

Now if only I could convince The Captain!