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This was posted by a FB site and I have borrowed it. It is a fuzzy copy, but I hope you can enjoy it. 

Movers on a farm

                                                                        MOO-VERS 

On a farm, cows are not pets in any way shape or form. Oh sure, when they are calves, they are sweet, fun to stroke. But just you wait, things change.

This poem is from "On the Bright Side" Bright side, good thoughts.

All I ever needed to know I learned from a cow.

If it’s good, milk it for all its worth

Successful people are moo-vers and shakers

Don’t just be one of the herd.

The cream always rises to the top

Don’t stoop to a barnyard mentality

Don’t be bossy

It’s better to have milked and churned than to have never milked at all.

If you need to get somewhere, hoof it.

Some days can e udder frustration

If you’re feeling low, moo yourself a little song

Chew your food 50 times before swallowing.

Don’t let others corral you.

Munch hay while the sun shines.

He who lives with the herd learns to watch his step

Following your heart will always steer you in the right direction.

Party till the cows come home!

Live for-heifer young

Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere is moo moo

Author Unknown

Jackson Laux: tractor wizard; farmers of all ages love to meet him and talk tractors. 
 

 There are so many tractor and jazz videos. Who knew? Cows love jazz.

 Being a farm girl gives me a different perspective than most  bloggers.While other teenage farm girls had activities outside the farm work.  I think they had color TVs and A/C. 

Nothing ever stays the same.

 

When we moved here to sunny desert San Diego County from lush green rainy Ireland, we chose a city that was more rural than city.   With cows grazing in fields, orange groves, and huge gardens that sold produce in road-side stands, we loved it.  The hills around us were covered with rocky outcrops with patches of manzanita and sage. 

What a pleasure to be outside, whereas Ireland wasn't really a walk-about with rain.  Wind from the west sent the smell of cows (and manure) our way. The north wind gave us eucalyptus.  From the south came the sweet citrus orange blossoms.  The eastern winds from San Jacinto Mountains and deserts gave me a migraine.

That was nearly 25 years ago, and life in California changes at a rapid pace.

On the hills we now see expensive homes with a superior view.  The rocks are still there, but for how long?  Until another housing developer blasts them away?

These were  boulders on a hill near our then house. We claimed them as our own.

The cows grazed on mighty expensive land, it turned out.  Those lovely black and white cows were moved out and a new high school moved in with parking lots.

The brittle eucalyptus trees grow at an alarming rate.  We had four and had to remove them; they were a danger to houses around us.  Brought here by Spanish padres from Australia, those trees took over the state.  Not a source of lumber since the trees shattered and burned easily, the trees are being removed which is a good thing.

Orange groves once covered large parts of southern California.  Once a heavenly-scented place to live, the groves are gone with houses in their place.  The grove to the south of us sat for years on a big corner lot.  Ignored, oranges dropped and rotted on the ground.  Without water, the trees were gnarled dwarfs.  

Yesterday, on a drive to the store in that area, I was shocked to see the trees bulldozed into a pile in the middle.  The lot was valuable and had been sold. 

So, the only thing that remains is the Santa Ana wind from the east. Right now, these winds are fanning the fire around Los Angeles.

These, unfortunately, will always blow through my head, giving me a migraine.

The photos comes from the following sites:

 Gettyimages.com 

http://www.panoramio.com/photo/40275361  by Cyborg

http://freepages.family.

 

 

Gary Larson: a Unique Perspective

 

 

Gary Larson is a brilliant, unusual cartoonist. No Beetle Bailey, Blondie, Dennis the Menace. Those came from previous decades and did not seem to come to the modern ages. And that was where Gary Larson flourished.

Larson enjoyed creating cartoons that captured the most unlikely characters. He enjoyed drawing about a variety of strange people and COWS!  There are the usual cows, in the fields or just hanging around. Or, are they?     

 

Gary Larson loves Western themes. This particular wild west exists in his mind and lacks lots of violence. Dogs are always  bordering on insane. Hunters are doomed by any animal around. Wild games' goals are survival and take revenge. 

 When one discovers an artist like Gary Larson, head on to his site and then appreciate this talented man. In this crazy time, he is the one to put it all into his peculiar and a bit crazy focus.

If you would like a view into the man, go to the sites below. You will not regret it.

Brief history of Gary Larson  Gary Larson, cartoonist

 

Cows are wells of wisdom.

Swiss cows grazing just outside town

On a farm, cows are not pets in any way shape or form. Oh sure, when they are calves, they are sweet, fun to stroke. But just you wait, things change.

This poem is from "On the Bright Side" Bright side, good thoughts.

All I ever needed to know I learned from a cow.

If it’s good, milk it for all its worth

Sucessful people are moo-vers and shakers

Don’t just be one of the herd.

The cream always rises to the top

Don’t stoop to a barnyard mentality

Don’t be bossy

It’s better to have milked and churned than to have never milked at all.

If you need to get somewhere, hoof it.

Some days can e udder frustration

If you’re feeling low, moo yourself a little song

Chew your food 50 times before swallowing.

Don’t let others corral you.

Munch hay while the sun shines.

He who lives with the herd learns to watch his step

Following your heart will always steer you in the right direction.

Party till the cows come home!

Live for-heifer young

Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere is moo moo

Author Unknown

To Be the Queen of Queens in Switzerland

Future Queen of Queens

Switzerland, oh Switzerland. 

People contemplate Switzerland and immediately envision snow, mountains, cheese fondue, watches, chocolate and lots of other stuff, just like every other country. But, one is discounting a key factor in Switzerland's economy:

Bovines

Perhaps one of the strangest festivals involving cows is Annual Cow Fighting, beginning in March, lasting through September. Cows will spend the summer roaming and eating in the pastures, making delightful creamy milk that turns into magical cheese. So they have some time to fight.

All cows are naturally bossy and territorial, loving a good cow fight. Locking formidable horns, wrestling around a bit, until the loser gives up. Being muscular and easily riled, this breed appears like it could rip guts out. Mooing louder and apparently scary, the battle is mostly push and shove.

YouTube site

Hérens  breed is the cow of choice because they are particularly feisty and temperamental breed. This breed battles well, with its owner hoping to capture the prestigious title, Queens of Hérens.

From March to September, battles are held all around Switzerland, attracting tens of thousands of spectators. the final tournament will result the crowning of the Queen of Queens. The prize is one of those humongous ornate cowbell. Then any offspring will be sold for a big hunking price at an auction.

The winners

To access the interesting sites, please click on the colored and maybe underlined captions beneath the photos or in the text. These are fascinating sites, truly.

These amaze me, delight me, and give me an appreciation of the history of a country. 

Just you wait to see the Exploding Snowman. You will love it.

Sunshine and Fate

Source: kodakgold

It was fate, down-right fate.  Taking Sunshine to this Consignment Store where bling and style lined each rack and each shelf, was fate.

Grandma told Sunshine they were looking at purses and cool clothes while they waited for Bright Eyes to
finish her dance class.  With only ten minutes to go, this seemed a safe option.

Entering the door that rang with an old fashioned bell over the door, they found that bling did exist and in great quantities.  But there was something else.

In a place of honor was a pair of women cowboy boots.  Of course, boots are made of leather (if they are true cowboy boots).  These boots sported the hide that once decorated a rust and white cow.  These boots were soft and pretty.

Sunshine cried, “OH, NO!” and ran to embrace the boots. 

“Oh, Grandma!  Please tell me these boots are not made from a horse!  ‘Cause Spirit’s girlfriend horse had fur JUST LIKE THIS!”  She cradled the boots.  She gazed at Grandma, with wide blue eyes glistening with tears.

Per Wikipedia, God bless 'em

Then she looked accusingly at the two women who ran the store.  “I am an animal lover, and horses are almost human!  Are these made from a horse?!”

The two women were horrified at the very thought.  They reassured Sunshine that those boots were made from a cow; boots would NEVER be made from horses.  EVER!

Grandma distracted Sunshine with a blingey purse, but the seven year old gave the women an evil look that said, “You’d better be telling the truth.”

They nodded silently.

Wednesday Words: Cowboy Bob

Source: fishmonk

Cowboy Bob loved sitting around the campfire, watching the flames and listening to the muted sounds of cattle.  He spread out the horse blanket on the hard ground and leaned back against his saddle. 

Instead of feeling that familiar dozing-off, Bob felt queasy.  He bolted upright and sniffed the night air.  The foul odor came from beneath his horse blanket.  He ripped it off the ground, unveiling a fresh cow-pie. “#?%blasted#@sh*$”

Thanks again to Delores @thefeatherednest who always fines the best, most challenging words.  Check her out!!!