My Neighbors Heifers

I live across from approx. 40 acres of pasture where my neighbor has heifers he rotates for breeding.  It's usually loaded up, but for a good while now, he's had just 4 heifers.  I'm a former city girl, so it's all exciting to me.  Up the street my other neighbor has 3 horses, a mini horse and a donkey shaped like a dumpling with a face that looks like it was created at Build-A-Bear.  Seeing my new "friends" every morning has become routine.  It's a peaceful time of day, sun rising, lot's of lush greenery, birds chirping and new friends to greet.  I love this zen moment before my day kicks into full swing. 

I walk the dog this morning and the cows came running over when they see me (ok ok ok!  I know it’s because they associate me with cow treats, not because they actually like me, but let’s pretend.  I do so love them trotting over every morning.  Too.  Dang.  Cute!).  So.  They get up to the fence and I immediately notice.  They’ve been tagged.  Lisa.  Beyonce.  Becky.  Gwen.  Respectively, they are now 61, 62, 63 & 64.  I am heartbroken.  The girls come closer and nuzzle me when they see my sadness.  Gwen scoots in the closest, muscles the others back then spits on me good.  It's clear she pushing me away so it's easier to say goodbye.  Even cows hate to say good bye, I reckon.**       
 
I decide to reach out to my neighbor and offer to write a bio on each cow so when they are being auctioned, the buyer can get a feel for who they are adopting.  Whuuuut?  YES, it IS an adoption and I refuse to think anything else.  LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.  I can’t hear you.  It’s an ADOPTION. 

My neighbor responds by letting me know the tags are GOOD things as they are pregnant and now he'll be able to keep track of them.  I point out the tags aren't necessary.  Each cow has it's own personality and different markings. Kinda obvi if you're paying attention, but OK, tags are a good thing, let's not loose sight of that.  I learn I have til fall to plan their baby showers and decorate the nursery.  I'm thinking earth tones, natural lighting and fire flies as the theme.  I might even get to see one born!       

**The truth is Gwen spit on me when she realized I had no cookies on me.  How funny is that?!  I burst out laughing.  She’s like beotch, please!  I don’t want your friendship, I want my dang cow cookies!  Ah, Gwen.  Always keeping it real.