A Tale of Escaped CowNots

Son4's head was still buried in its feather pillow, when I heard a high-pitched "baa-baa," sounding all the world to me like a baby CowNot, and followed by a "baroomph-barooph" from the polar bear. 

The CowNots were in the yard.  I shot out the back door but stuck my head back in and hollered, "The goats are here!" hoping against hope that Son3 would move quickly enough to spare Big Bo Pooped the 3-acre trek with the CowNots back to their pasture.

With the help of Pierre and Ruger, I rounded them up and took them back where they belong, and when stepping into their pasture to lead them, I buried one foot — up over the instep — in a cold, watery hole.  Nice.  Not.



I know leather isn't supposed to be washed, but it's not supposed to be plunged into a mud hole either.  So I washed it.

Then they came again.

This time, I was alerted by the polar bear while they were tiptoeing through the strip of woods on the back of the property, so I wove my way through the piggledy, scratchety (←good one, eh?) woods to herd them out.


They emerged more easily than I.  See, there's a branch in my face.


They'd move a bit.


Then graze a bit.


Then move a bit more.


And graze a bit more.

That nanny was a straggler, really enjoying the purportedly greener grass, so Son4 reasoned with her and used a little traffic cop body language.

Then they were on their way.


And I was on my own way.  I stopped to grab some more photos of spring.



The CowNots escaped only one more time that morning.
And my shoe dried.

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.  Isaiah 40:31

We Had Company

"Hey, Mom, you have to come outside and see who's here."

These bitsy little things are our CowNots.


This is not our CowNot.


It is also not standing in a CowNot pasture.
It's standing in our yard.
It's standing in our front yard.

See that house behind Charles in the photo above?  That's where the visitor lives.  You're going to see the house again in the final photo, and I mention that, because above it looks like Charles could throw a stone and hit it.  (He has a good arm.)  Just a little aside on photo lens perspective.  But back to the visiting CowNot...

She was friendly and sweet.
And big.


Wherever we were, she wanted to be.


She was really happy to be here.
See her smiling...

Clearly, she was going to follow us wherever we went, so we decided to walk her home, because we just didn't need our bushes pruned (read: gobbled to the ground), and we sure didn't want a CowNot in our house.  I walked her across the road and into the field, where her pasture mates were grazing.  When I turned to go home, so did she.  To my home.  So the fellows had to walk her down the road to her house.


That house on the left: that's the house it looked like Charles could smack with a rock.  His arm isn't that good.  But then, neither should we be throwing stones at the neighbors...whether their CowNots come calling or not.

For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.  Galatians 5:14

In the CowNot Pasture

Our CowNot venture began on April 20, 2007.  These 3 years later — especially in the dead of winter — not much can cause me to drag my sorry self over to the CowNot pasture.  Nellie did it, though.  Nellie had twins last week.  And it was worth the trek to visit not only the babies, but all the funny pygmies.

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.  For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.  Ephesians 2:8-10

The Donald

Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.  ~Philippians 3:13, 14

Kids' Headgear

Recycling?
I cannot tell you why this child saw a helmet in a TV dinner box, but he did, and he extricated it.


Neither can I splain this:




Killjoy.

And when the chief Shepherd shall appear, ye shall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away.  ~I Peter 5:4

Triplets

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.  ~Psalm 143:8

Day-Old Babies

Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.  Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.  ~Philippians 2:3, 4