Thursday, April 21, 2011
...there will be no more cows grazing in the fields. No more will I feel like peeing myself when the heard comes running towards me with their crazy happy cow-dance. No more flying low over the tufts of grass, while grabbing a calf's tail for dear life, shouting that you're trying to save his sorry life. Arve, the neighbor farmer has sold the farm and all the animals and is moving to town. We know nothing about the new owner except what we've heard from other neighbor - which Includes everything from being an oddball to having angst issues... Small town gossip at its worst. I'm gonna miss Ferdinand the bull so much! -Sigh- otherwise cabinlife is wonderful and things are sprouting new leaves and flowers. Spring has arrived to the mountains as well, huzzah!