Sometimes all you need is someone who simply... silently... understands.

[MiddleFingerMom]

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[applegrove]

1. Mom mom grew up on a farm where she regularly would talk to cows as a kid. Just pull the stool right

up to the cow's face, sit down and blab away.

[one_voice]

2. That's a great picuture...

are cows affectionate animals?

[snagglepuss]

3. Great photo. I love cows but I never knew they liked to cuddle. Awwwww.

:)

[nolabear]

4. I may have posted this before, but I have a poem about my Uncle Goose and his cows:

Goose and the Ladies

I remember the milking barn’s smell on cool mornings,
the hay and cow pies, the oil from the milking machines,
and how the hose water ran in little gutters
down each side of the long walkway
between the broad middles and bony rumps.
My Uncle Goose called them the Ladies, and treated
each one as if it was their first date,
excusing himself, begging forgiveness
for the antiseptic wash and the cool, sucking tubes.
He needn’t have bothered; the Ladies shifted and sighed
like a hundred splay-footed mothers, easing “Yes, child!”
as the night’s load lightened.
And if they ever thought about the bulls and the calves
and the knackerman in the end, they didn’t show it.
The milking barn was hospital white, the radio on
to the early morning farm report, where they were stars.
Clover stretched just outside the door and over the hill
to the blackwater creek.
The day would be hot, and the live oaks on its bank cool,
and tonight a tall and rangy man would blush once more
before taking the milk they’d spent the day creating—
giving it all they had.
“Yes, child, yes!”

[freshwest]

5. Thanks so much, I love it! It is evocative of a life I only lived on the periphery of.

[MiddleFingerMom]

11. Once again, I'm blown away by your poetry.

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One of the things I really like about what I consider "good" poetry is
sensory involvement.
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Whew!!!
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You sure GOT IT!!!!
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And it gave me good memories of my late brother, MiddleFingerMomTom...
living all alone on his "farm".
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No crops... but raised geese and goats and sold the eggs and milk to
a local health food store.
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Well, ONE crop.
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Though it was grown indoors.
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[nolabear]

13. Thanks MFM. A farm is a most sensual place.

My Aunt Patty and Uncle Goose's farm was an absolute haven for me when I was a kid. Before my mother got sick I describe her as a pretty poor woman who nonetheless put plastic slipcovers on the furniture. She was a girly girl and I wasn't, so going to that farm gave me a place where, once a year, I could stomp to the creek and build campfires and play spin the bottle and drink milk from the big cooler in the milking barn. It saved me in many ways.

[blueamy66]

12. Awesome.

That just brought back many memories.

[alphafemale]

6. oh gawd...that's a 4-H Barn at a county fair I bet.

Those who know what comes next know what I mean when I say...oh gawd.

[Flaxbee]

7. what a very sweet photo -- and another reason why I can't eat

meat anymore. They're all sentient, loving creatures.

[MiddleFingerMom]

8. I hesitated before posting that picture with that subject line...

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...wondering if I were going to get slammed for anthropomorphizing.
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I remember whispering secrets as a child to my dog -- secrets that
I dared not share with anyone else.
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She understood and never judged me.
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I still miss her.
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[Amerigo Vespucci]

9. So true...

[solara]

10. Awwww..a warm and fuzzy kick