I was raised around holsteins. I'd walk thru them, around them, under them...no fear...so it never occurred to me that one could be crazy.
Many years later, after I had a child, and she married, my son-in-law would go to the farm with my precious grandson to hunt deer. He told me that one of the cows tried to run him and my grandson down. He said he was prepared to shoot her and figure out how he'd repay my brother for the dead cow. I laughed...ha, ha, ha, Robert...no way. You just don't understand cows, being from the city and all. He didn't much appreciate my comment.
About a week after he told me that, I was talking to my brother...the owner of that cow...and told him that story expecting a big laugh. He didn't laugh. He said, "Oh yeah, now that is one crazy b**ch."
Alice
Many years later, after I had a child, and she married, my son-in-law would go to the farm with my precious grandson to hunt deer. He told me that one of the cows tried to run him and my grandson down. He said he was prepared to shoot her and figure out how he'd repay my brother for the dead cow. I laughed...ha, ha, ha, Robert...no way. You just don't understand cows, being from the city and all. He didn't much appreciate my comment.
About a week after he told me that, I was talking to my brother...the owner of that cow...and told him that story expecting a big laugh. He didn't laugh. He said, "Oh yeah, now that is one crazy b**ch."
Alice