A Conversation with Cows

Okay...for those of you wondering what I do when I am out riding around for hours out in the country taking my random pictures here is some insight into the oddness that is me. Sometimes...aside from having songs stuck in my head looping over and over again...today it was TLC's No Scrubs...I often have complete imaginary conversations with random bovine.

Today I saw these girls hanging out in the pasture together and thought...how sweet...they look like old (in cow years anyway) friends. So I went through a whole imaginary conversation they were having as I sat there taking one of my crappier shots of the day. The girls deserved better.

Please read the following conversation with a very strong British accent. Maybe not Cockney but pretty thick...okay here we go...this is how I amuse myself. I call them Francine and Betty.

Francine: What's she doing Betty?

Betty: I have no idea Francine. Are you sure it's a she?

Francine: By the sounds coming out of the car I think it's a woman. Is she actually talking to us Betty?

Betty: I think she is. What's she saying?

Francine: I don't know...some kind of argy bargy about us being very pretty cows and what are we doing this fine day?

Betty: Och...what's she think we are doing Francine? We are cows. We are standing around in our pasture chewing our cud. Humans are weird.

Francine: True enough...what's she doin' now?

Betty: She's pointing something at us. She's not going to shoot us is she?

Francine: Oh...Betty don't be silly...I don't care how big-boned she is she ain't never getting one of us into that car.

Betty: Are you sure? I can smell her cheeseburger breath all the way over here! Mercy...that's gross.

Francine: Yes...I am sure...she is just taking a picture of us I think. How's my hair look? Do I still have that hay hanging out my mouth?

Betty: Why would she want a picture of us Francine?

Francine: I don't know...I told you...humans are weird.

And this is how my excursions go...I drive around...I do the one finger wave to all the farmers I pass on the road...or the nod...or sometimes the whole hand wave...I talk to cows and birds and hawks and whatever else might be out there and my brain loops around and around and around hopping from topic to topic. Sometimes I have great epiphanies but mostly it's just rubbish.