Mr. YnB, being the country lad that he is and me being the city gal that I am, he's always enlightening me with stories of growing up in North Yorkshire. He tells me about the good ole' days when he was just a wee lad and how he and his mates spent their days creating their own fun (not like today's youth with their Wii's). When reading a post yesterday on Tannerleah's blog "Stop Annoying Me" about cows, it made me think of this.......
On my first visit to N. Yorkshire, Mr. YnB and I took a stroll one afternoon down this lovely little footpath that led to a lovely little stream. On one side of this path was a lovely pasture with lovely cows grazing off in the distance. (As you can probably guess, everything in N. Yorkshire is lovely). On this particular walk he told me how you can summon cows to come to you by merely laying down. Of course I was horrified by this thought. I said "No way! You would lay down with cows all about?" He replied, "Of course. All you do is lay down in the middle of the field and within a few minutes the cows become curious and amble over to see what's going on. I'd be laying there and all these cows would be standing around staring down at me. Then for the finale, I would shout "BOO" and pop up. The cows would scatter like bats out of hell." (Keep in mind, this is the absolute antithesis of TL's story. Maybe today's generation of cows are not so friendly or skiddish.)
Mr. YnB then offered another scenario to summon cows that day (I certainly did not agree to having him lie down in the field). He told me to start mooing along with him. Having never really mooed before I allowed him to begin and then chimed in with a more feminine moo. (I know you are picturing this and chuckling to yourself) The moment we began mooing the cows, which were off in the distance, popped their heads up from grazing and started looking around to figure out where that strange mooing was coming from. Once they pinpointed it to us they began slowly meandering over (if I had known about TL's story, at this point, I would be running for the hills, but thank goodness I was clueless). They slowly came over to the fence line where we were standing and just stood there and listened to us. It was so amazing! I will never forget that experience. I think I missed out on a lot of fun stuff by being brought up in the burbs.
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