Yesss!
It's over.
My days of hunting down cows on the lam have come to an end.
Ol' Jailbreak and Houdini have gone to that sweet corral in the sky.
Maybe I should clarify that and say their spirits have gone to bovine heaven.
Their meat is in our garage coffin... um, I mean freezer.
I will admit the day they were "taken" was a bit bittersweet.
We'll remember them fondly -- especially this summer when the grill
is hot and the steaks are sizzling.
P.S. My apologies to all of my vegan friends.
P.P.S. We've got three new little cows: Sir Loin, Sir Steak and oops, they gave us a girl on accident:
Sadie Guinevere Barker (you had to see Camelot).
We won't butcher her. The girls are already planning on having her have some babies.
Oh my, what have we gotten ourselves into?
1 comments:
You know, I'm going to have to draw the line at having chickens for eggs ... eatin' your own cows to too country for me! Have the girls figured out how your freezer gets so full? :)
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