But you haven't lived until you've experianced a cow licking sweetfeed from your palm. Brings a smile to my face every time!
posted on 01/26/2007 2:57:14 PM PST
(In the Shadow of The Big Chicken)
Then while you are preoccupied, another cow comes up behind you and blows snot on the back of your shirt/coat/jeans.
On the other extreme, living with a parrot is a job in itself. My macaw is as complex emotionally as any person the same age (13). Hearing a sweet, little-girl like birdy voice doing his Dennis Miller meets Eddie Murphy 'fowl' mouthed routine is priceless. I mashed my thumb with a hammer a few days after I got him; 70 years from now I'll still have a record of what I said. Winston Churchill's parrot is still alive (and says naughty things about a certain Herr Hitler). The difference is that parrots are always trying to up you in the hierarchy; dogs, once their place is established are cool with it forever- that being why a small lady can control a 150lb rottie, the relationship of who is alpha was established when the dog was a little pup even thought the dog is now 20 times bigger and could pull the lady and the truck into the next town.
posted on 01/26/2007 6:09:20 PM PST
(Nuke Mecca, Deport all illegals, abolish the IRS, ATF and DEA)
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