Her name was Beatrice and we had waited for her for a long time. As I arrived early that morning, it was quiet on the Teen Challenge campus. Fog was still hanging in the air and the grass was wet with dew, but I wanted to see our new resident.
As soon as I pulled up I heard her calling to me as if she had been waiting, “Moooooo, Moo!”
Yes, Beatrice was our new baby cow. A six hundred pound baby and I wanted my time with this mooer my husband and I had waited so long for. We had always talked about having a farm on our six acre campus and with twenty five chickens and our new cow; things were shaping up just as we had dreamed.
I called to her from the fence as though she were a dog and would come running to me. HA! She just stared at me as if to say “Who are you?”
I decided to enter the fenced in area where she was about five hundred yards away. She was kind of a black and white blur in the distance but she never took her eyes off of me.
I walked slowly…cow meets human, “Yeah, honey,” I called as I walked out into the field in my nice high heeled sandals. She just stood there watching me, “I just want to see those long eyelashes they say you have…come on Beatrice.”
And just then everything seemed to go into slow motion, when I had made it about half way through the field, she took off running! I couldn’t believe my eyes. “This cow is not running after me!” I thought.
I was in shock and I could hardly move and she was fast! “Run, run,” I told myself as I literally turned around slipping in the wet grass and losing my grip. She was gaining on me fast too. I could hear her feet on the ground and my speed seemed like nothing compared to hers. “OOHh ohho OOHH,” I wailed as I headed toward the gate. “Thump, thud thud thud….” I could hear behind me and I knew I was a goner!
Cows aren’t killers. They are supposed to be nice, slow, cud chewing animals. Well, there went that theory!
I could hardly believe it when I made it to the gate before she did. I slammed it shut just as she skid up behind it. There we were face to face, both of us huffing. She whirled her head around and stomped her feet and mooed one last moo as if to say, “And stay out!”
Did we get a bull by accident? I looked underneath and yep, no bull here. Only a heifer with a bull complex. But who am I? Just a yellow bellied city wannabe farm girl!
This is a true story and since then Beatrice now eats out of our hands!
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