This is weird but... moo ving.

This may sound weird to you but it's part of who I am. I want a cow, nope there's no metaphor here, by "cow" I mean a cow, moo, milk, horns, flapping ears. I love cows, they are a really cool animal and very smart in their own cow way. If horses are the dog of farm animals, cows are the cat, they have that same independent thinking. Like, "stupid human, put me in the field with no grass, let me push down this gate, oh ya, green grass, that's better". Even smarter, "so you brought the cattle truck just as junior is old enough to wean, I'm just taking my calf into the forest, try to get us now motherfu...", well you get my meaning. I was encouraged by Walter's post regarding a movie about gay farmer love. Farming is something that is in the blood, I wouldn't want to start now, if I was younger and had a husband, maybe but I would want more in line with a business/farming operation.

I regret running out of time on the cow issue, it wouldn't make sense to get one now. You can't really just get one, you should have at least three. Over the last few years their value was outrageously high so I didn't want to get any, things happen and cows die, I didn't want the loss. People reading this would probably never understand, that nothing will reduce me into a sobbing idiot faster than watching the video I made of bringing our cows home for the last time to be sold. My father wanted them gone before he died, he was afraid I would get hurt. Like some sad Disney movie tugging at your heart strings, he died the next day. The thing I try to explain to people is the herd was an entity, it was living history. They were descendants of animals that I knew as a child and those animals were descendants of my grandfather's cattle and those were descendants of my great grandfather's cattle, like I said, living history. I felt I was betraying them, I was betraying our history.

I'm just trying to be odd here, not sad. I figured this must be the only gay blog with a post about wanting to get a cow. It wasn't a sad ending for the cows either, they had excellent genetics and the entire herd went to another farm, that's nine years ago now, some are still there. Yes I do also enjoy hamburgers. I think my dream would be to live in a small village, I don't have the patience for the city anymore. I want enough space for a garden, some little animals like bunnies etc and a sweet guy to share it with. One who is also a little naughty with a high sex drive, hey it's my dream so I can have what I want. Plus just imagine how excited my husband would be when he learns about my excellent milking skills.