Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Frailty, Thy Name is Bessy

[yes, this is a different cow]

My next cow photo shoot did not turn out so well. Not only was neither cow interested in coming up to me when I crouched down, but my weekend model udderly spurned me—literally: she kept her rear end facing the fence, where a woman with a toddler and I were standing.

Not only that, but suddenly, the cow let out a jet, a super-powered stream, of urine that shot over the fence towards us and cascaded to the ground like a mini Niagara—we barely escaped being struck or splattered by it.

And there I was, betrayed. I will never trust cows again.

{A note: I do write all text and take all pictures. Please do not reproduce either without my permission.}


pattinase (abbott) said...

And her face looks so benign. Who knew what lay beneath?

Anca said...

I'm telling you, these "domestic" animals have it in for us, no wonder.

Noel said...

I bet celebrities wish they could do that to the paparazzi ... :)

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