Rainy Day Thoughts
Rainy days make me melancholy, make me lazy. I usually try to find this or that excuse not to leave the barn in the morning with the rest of the herd. (I’m not fond of spending an entire day being steadily rained on or stepping into one muddy spot after another.) Unlike the others, who never fail to follow Her Highness (Elsie) wherever the fool choose to go, I am independent. I go MY way. I toot my own horn. I relish having those rare few moments completely alone to sort through my thoughts and feelings.
Okay…it’s been nearly an hour. My thoughts are boring. I’m no longer feeing melancholy and delighted to be alone. There is nothing exciting in this stupid barn. Nothing to intrigue me, nothing to challenge me. But it’s still raining outside. I detest rain.
Ferdinand loves the rain. He likes to stand proudly in the midst of a good shower, lift his mighty head, squeeze his deep brown eyes shut, and just let the water pour over him. He said he likes the feel of it, claims it refreshes him inside and out. I don’t totally understand that, but I have to admit he’s one mighty fine looking bull when he’s standing out in the rain doing his “refreshing” thing.
Now I’ll never be satisfied staying in here nice and dry, flat-out bored. I can almost smell the scent of Ferdinand’s wet-soaked hide. I can almost hear the pleasure in his low-voiced bellow while he stands there in the field. When he’s wet, every muscle of his finely developed body shows at its best. He even gets…well, feeling “frisky.” I’ve… No, you my readers don’t need to know the details.
Anyway, that’s it! I’m oughta here! Gotta man of my dreams to find. To heck with the rain. I’ll dry off.
Add comment August 10, 2008
blossomthewise
I’ve been thinking again…
I’ve been thinking about traveling. My “other half” (Starla Kaye) has done quite a lot of traveling so far this year. She’s been to Phoenix, Sacramento, France, and just recently to St. Croix. Between you and me… I’m feeling a tad jealous.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty content with my life here on the farm. Well, except for my daily squabbles with that pea-brain Elsie. Herd leader. Ha! Pain in the posterior is more like it. But that’s not what I wanted to mull over with you right now.
Traveling. Going somewhere beyond Farmer Sam’s pastures. Discovering a whole new batch of fresh grass to chew on, taking a cooling dip in a different pond. Oh, just the thought of it all makes my heart race. And I wouldn’t even have to try and figure out what fits in luggage like Starla Kaye struggles with on her trips. No, I need nothing other than my sweet self to go off into the world.
Wait! Do I hear Ferdinand’s familiar heavy hoofsteps? Yes! Yes, I do!
There he is… (heavy sigh). A ton of fine-looking bull. Oh, he’s winking at me! Giving me “that” look.
Sorry, got to go. What was I thinking anyway? I’ve got everything I want and need right here on these two adjoining pastures. I’ll leave the world traveling to Starla Kaye.
Add comment July 4, 2008
blossomthewise
I’ve been thinking…
Warm and blessedly dry here in my stall, I look back upon my frustrating day. It started with Elsie’s insistence that the herd head out to the pasture as usual. We could all see that the sky was dumping rain outside the barn door. “You won’t melt,” she’d said. Well, no, but it was wet, yucky, miserable. To stop her nagging at us, we followed her…me included. But only because I wanted to see Ferdinand. I do NOT just obey whatever foolish order Her Highness gives the herd.
My decision to make my way through the downpour to see the bull love of my life wasn’t the smartest one I’ve made lately. By the time I reached the pond and got within sight of him, I was a mess. I’d slipped and slid at least a dozen times. I had bruises upon bruises on my delicate legs. Do I even want to think about how I looked? No. Let’s just say I don’t do mud well.
I also don’t appreciate someone laughing at me when I’m not in a particularly good mood. Which I wasn’t by the time I got close to our meeting fence. His big brown eyes danced with amusement as he looked at me. He chuckled, although he tried to cover it up with a snort of greeting. I was NOT fooled. He chuckled just because I couldn’t shake off a rather annoying spot of mud that had plastered itself right between my eyes.
Not that HE’d been sparkling clean and looking his best either. Did I comment on that? Did I laugh? No, I was his usual politely adoring cowfriend. I could have snickered at the dab of mud on his ear, or the clod stuck to one of his impressive shoulders. But, no, I was polite. I overlooked those minor flaws.
I admit my feelings were soothed when he gave me that crooked grin that makes me weak in the knees. Then somehow my legs carried me right next to the fence. I remember thinking how irritated I was with him…how I should just plod my way back to the barn… Then he stretched his head over the fence and nuzzled my ear. And then he licked the mud off my head, and whispered things best kept private.
Now that I’m revisiting my morning, it wasn’t all that bad.
Except for the rain…the mud…more rain. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention what a completely annoying cow leader Elsie has been today. But then, Elsie is always on my bad list.
2 comments June 16, 2008
blossomthewise
