Escape Artist

Woodrow may think no one would be interested in reading what goes on on a farm, but I moo to differ. There's always something happening, and do I have a story for you. It was about a two weeks ago, right after Maybelline was separated from her mom, Gloria. Now, seeing as I've had to calves, most recently a month ago, I know what it's like to be separated from your baby. It's not a pleasant experience. There's lots of anxiety, lots of mooing back and forth, no sleep. It's ugly, uglier than a one-eyed Greek monster...whatever that is. I mean, I over-herd two of my owners, while feeding us our sweet feed, talking about some story they were reading. It sounded creepy and exciting at the same time. Lots of battles and excitement involving someone named Percy Jackson.

Any-moo, while our barnyard superintendent--a guy named Chris--was off somewhere, Maybelline got tired of being away from her mom, Gloria. Now, ironically, Gloria was doing just fine. No mooing. No complaining. Nothing. I remember when Charlotte was separated from her son, Jake. She mooed for days. It got really annoying. But, then I had my first calf--Rosie--and kind of had to eat my cud. It wasn't great, I really missed her and mooed for a day or two myself.

Well, Maybelline was having none of it. Now, I'm not entirely sure how she managed it...seeing as how I'm busy with a newborn and can't be entirely responsible for the actions of those old enough to know better...but, I can only imagine the look on Chris' face when he pulled up in his truck. I know if were a human, I'd be without speech if when I arrived home I found my two dogs curled up under a spruce tree in the front yard...with Maybelline. Moo-dn't you?

--Lily the Cow

                                                   Maybelline the escape artist.