Several pairs of moo eyes fixated on me when I stopped to capture the images of their pretty faces with my camera. The girls wasted no time gathering close and giving me a good once over and it didn’t take long before they started bellowing their hearts to me. The North Country Moo Choir gave me an impromptu pasture performance. I felt bad knowing they were looking for donations and I had nothing to give them. The girls really are out standing in their field and it was a shame I didn’t have the right type of moola on me. They don’t take cash and I was short on hay and grain.

Stage Right

I didn’t get any names but I did get several numbers. I won’t call. I’m afraid my leaving them standing there to chew their cuds left them indifferent to me.

Here’s a real sweety who’s number is a bit ironic.
The first thing I’d slap on her is Heinz 57, my choice of brand.

I didn’t get a number from this one. She was a bit more mature and too plain faced for me.

I promised not to give 345′s number out. OOPS. Now I’m in trouble.
She said her boyfriend was a real bull and I’d end up with two black eyes too if I did.

If you want her number – blow into her ear.

Make-up on and already foaming at the mouth, Number 33 is all set for the next Kiss concert.

Number 338 unfortunately was left slack jawed at the sight of me.

I love what you’ve done to your ear hair.

How can you resist Number 34 with eyelashes by Maybelline.

Just another pretty face that attracts flies.

I should have been more discrete. That horny wisecrack turned her ears red.

All images but the group pic are linked to a larger sized image (1024 x 768) for a certain someone. She was looking for cow faces and I promised to see what I could come up with. If you like – go ahead and use any you like as desktop wallpaper

A true story

Long ago but just up the road we once boarded heifers. The sons of the dairy farmer came by frequently to check on the cows and our babysitter had developed quite a crush on the boys. One day the babysitter had brough a friend along and when the boys arrived both of the girls started swooning while staring out the window at them. The boys were across the road and headed to the pasture calling out ‘Here girls – Here girls’.  Heeding the call both girls bolted out the door and rushed out to meet the men of their dreams. Unfortunately they returned almost as quickly with faces red with embarrassment. The poor girls were udderly mistaken over who was being called.  I felt bad for the girls and had to go out the back door until I could stop laughing. I didn’t want to embarrass them any more than they already were. But now it’s a different story.  Poor (name withheld to protect the innocent),  I’ll never let you live that down.