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Tuesday afternoon whimsy

I guess this qualifies as cross cultural entertainment.

5 Comments

  1. Mr Ed says:

    Well they are French cows with an American jazz troupe. Cows local to me always want food when people walk by, and they let you know it.

  2. RAB says:

    So the cow on the right is saying to her fellows…

    “Bugger this for a game of milkmaids! I thought Michael Eavis had promised us Metallicow was headlining the Pyramid Stage this year?”

  3. Julie near Chicago says:

    Metallicow?? ? *Ee-e-e-ew-w-w-w-www!* RAB, that’s AWFUL! Well done, my lad! :>)))))

    Cats, if that’s the only way memories from my childhood can be realized, I’ll take it. I refer, of course, to the tinkling (or you may say clanking) of real cowbells upon the necks of real cows. It’s enough to make the Saints come marching in! :>))

  4. RAB says:

    You don’t see cowbells in the UK. We were in the French Alps last summer and were out hiking when we heard the mellifluous clanging and ran into a herd of these deep brown handsome ladies in a high Alpine pasture. These herds are so far away from any farmhouse that the farmers have to use portable milking machines. I’d never seen one before, and I have lots of farmer relations.

  5. Julie near Chicago says:

    RAB … that sounds fantastic … take me with you next time … I miss the cowbells. And the dinner bell. And the haystack … and … and ….

    But Grandpa had stationary milking machines. I never heard of a portable one either.

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