Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Muley and Horney Cows
Law, what about that pretty little heifer! My, she's growed like one thing! Looks like she's got her eye on that bull calf over yon. He'll make you uns a fine bull, now won't he? He's got some Jersey in him too, I'd say. But he didn't get the horns, did he? That's lucky -- save you having to de-horn him -- I like a muley bull, don't you?
I had to laugh the other day --Bernice had brought her great grandbabies over to see me and we took those young uns for a walk up this way. They live in the city, you know, and they think it's a fine thing to see cows and chickens and such. You uns' gang of critters was in that pasture by the road so we stopped to look. Little Ashley pointed at that horney heifer there and hollered out, 'Bull!'
'No, honey,' I told her, 'that's a little heifer and once she has her a calf, she'll be a cow. Look yonder under there, you can see her little milk bag.'
'Miss Birdie,' says she, 'don't you see the horns? That one's a boy.'
Law, the time me and Bernice had, trying to make those young uns understand the difference twixt horney cows and muley cows. They know all about them commuters and such but when it comes to livestock, they are just plumb ignorant, pore little things.