The anecdotes, opinions, and other commentary expressed in this blog are solely those of the cows and "udder" four-legged residents of Red Gate Farm, "hereford" referred to as "the Farm." Any rebroadcast, reproduction, or retransmission of the content without written purr-mission from, or payment of sweet feed to, Moo-jer League Barnyards is strictly prohibited.

--Woodrow the Bull, RGF Commissioner

You may have read, or at least possibly "herd" of, the bovine classic Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type by Doreen Cronin...the purportedly "true tail" of a few rebellious cows that get a straw-brained  idea they need electric blankets because they're cold. Cold! And electric blankets? Seriously? Well, guess what? None of it's true. Why? Because cows can't type! We moo, we chew our cud, we poop. That's about it. We don't type.

Be that as it may, Lily's got this moo-diculous idea of blogging the happenings on the Farm. As if anyone's interested in reading such stuff. I mean really. The ideas girls come up with. You won't find me, Woodrow, writing anything except the disclaimer posted above. Should you decide that Lily's "Cow Tails" are simply riveting, well, that's on you. I can't help it if you have questionable reading tastes. I'll be under the oak tree, chewing my cud and waiting for my 5:00p.m. sweet feed.