Meet the Neighbors

After the storm broke, I headed back to take pictures of the rest of the neighbors. This time I brought secret weapons against Big Daddy. I have watched matador movies and I know what will interest a bull.

Insert secret weapon A:

The red shirt was her idea, but I have heard bulls are attracted to red...so let's just call her "bait"

Secret Weapon B:

Sam, the wanna-be, cattle dog. He is a mix of Shepherd and Welsh Corgi. This is important because those little Corgi legs are not real good for herding cattle or outrunning them. We will call him "bait #2"

We were in luck though, Big Daddy was just being a "Daddy" today. He was lounging around with no interest in getting up. He had a time with those teenagers this morning and at this point he was just calling out from time to time, letting the mommas know when they weren't doing their job right.

This is "Blanca" (creative name, huh?) She is lying down too, not because she is like Big Daddy...notice who is beside her. Yup, it's a toddler. Blanca is laying there because she frankly too exhausted to get up. Her toddler is a very active one! Always running around with no plan, head butting the older ones, kicking its feet up at the babies and always wanting to eat as soon as Blanca collapses into the grass. Blanca needs a break, but she homeschools her baby instead of sending it down the pasture to the elementary class.




This is the Elementary school run by a couple of the head matriarchs. They run everything from Pre-K up to High School. They are a strict duo with no tolerance for any bull (haha) Even the three teenagers cow (haha) down and listen when these two get close. When Sam, the cattle dog channeling Corgi, approached; they quickly got their class in formation and marched them down hill closer to where Big Daddy was still lying and scratching his...well, what guys do when left alone. Before they got too far away from me, I got this sweet little baby face.
This sweet gal is the cupcake bringer (well, if cows make cupcakes) She is the one who will step away from the others and come right to you, calling out a greeting to make you feel welcome. I call her "Bessie" because...well, she is a cow and that's what I have always heard them called. On occasion I have heard them called other things, but I don't think calling her "Sirloin" or "Ribeye" is very nice at all. Bessie appears to be older and wiser than the others and just as friendly as a lap dog. Although she kinda stinks so I don't think you want her around your lap...well, that and the whole weight issue. Bessie has some kind of funky bang action going on and if I ever get close enough, I am totally putting a bow in that.


There are a ton more in the community, but I know enough to identify them as Black Angus. I refuse to get personal with them and give them names, because I was traumatized as a child when I found out that my pet cow "Abby" was sent to slaughter and we had dined on her.

Teenagers - Don't Have A Cow - Attitude

I am going to be introducing you to some of my neighbors and telling you all about the families. Today I want you to meet "The Teenagers"



I don't really know the ages of these three, but given their swaggery attitudes and disrespect for their parents...I am going with teenagers.

The Teenagers are always found hanging out at the outskirts of the family. They are busy being way too cool to join the babies and preschoolers, but way too smart and defiant to congregate with the older bunch. They have been known to experiment with the weeds on the wrong side of the fence.

When I went to go snap their picture, they walked boldly to where I stood with their chins held high and chests puffed out (If a cow could puff it's chest out, of course) Then Sam (who up until today was an Oriental rug sleeping spoiled house pet who has just begun to channel his inner cattle dog) decided it was time for a meet and greet as well.

Mom and Big Daddy called to the teenagers to back away and rejoin the family for safety against this apparently ominous threat called Sam (Yeah right) The teenagers in all their wisdom assumed the posture of "Don't Have A Cow, Mom and Big Daddy". Well, Mom and Big Daddy would have none of the attitude so Mom went to head butting The Teenagers back and Big Daddy came snorting to the closest threat.

Me.

I can't wait to introduce you to Big Daddy. I would have had pictures today of him, but I ran. So today we will just settle with getting to meet "The Teenagers"


There is a leader among the teenagers and the other two are the loyal lapdogs...err...lapcows? of this leader. The Teenage Leader has mastered the art of peer pressure and with a nod and flop of his/her (I am not sure) ears, the other two follow.

The Teenagers are a lot of fun to watch, but they sure give their parents a hard time.