Playing the cows home

Though I'm a city girl through and through, I have lived in the country. For two years in middle school I lived about an hour north of Los Angeles in the High Desert on two and a half acres. And then for the four years of high school I lived on a huge spread of land on California's Central Coast in a town that had a population of 123 the day we moved in. Or 127 if you counted my family. Moments after graduating high school I moved by myself back down to Los Angeles where I was born and raised up through the end of 6th grade, and where I fit in far better among my fellow city slickers.

But one thing I did when I lived in the middle of nowhere was to roll down my windows and shout or sing cheerful greetings to the livestock lined up against fences along the country roads. I always felt like they could use a little lift in their otherwise surely monotonous lives. And frankly, I myself was in need of something to lift my own spirits. For my troubles I was often rewarded with a chorus of lowing cattle. Whether they were thanking me or telling me shut up is a mystery. But I did it anyway.

It's good to know I'm not the only person thinking along those lines. Check out this farmer with mad skills on the trombone, greeting the morning (and his cows) with song:

Comments

Heidi Hunt said…
Okay. I have to admit that I used to do that. When I was on my mission in Idaho we would get kind of bored. Lots of time walking between houses. Lots of cows. I would start singing a song or stop to teach a lesson to the cows. They would ALWAYS gather around closer. It was a fun way to break up the day.

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