Okay, fine, so maybe they might kill someone. I suppose
There is a herd of longhorns near my house.
They are so pretty and different that I stare at them when I drive by. Stare so hard that…unfortunately for me…it’s risky. There’s a creek bank right along the road. And no, I’m not going to write a blog post about me plunging to the bottom of a creek bank. I’ve managed to avoid that.
But it’s risky (like I said) so I don’t really get to stare as long and as hard as I want.
So this got me to thinking…why can’t we have longhorns? Then I could stare all I want.
And why can’t we have Scottish highland cattle? Those are fantastic, too.
In fact I’ve asked My Cowboy why?
Why can’t we just have one tiny herd of those cool Scottish cattle?
Can’t we just buy ONE longhorn cow and see how long her horns get?
Why is it always NO? Time after time NO! NO! NO!!!
A list of occasionally offered excuses (not that I nag or anything):
“I’d have to keep them separate or they’ll breed with our Angus bull and look just like the other cows. And separate means their own yard, their own feed bunks, work to fill the feed bunk for one cow, one calf, and one bull-if you want to keep having longhorns. It’d cost a fortune.”
“I don’t know where to even go to buy Scottish cattle and I’m not flying one over from Scotland so just forget it!”
“I like black cows better and they sell for more money.”
“If you want some color how about a nice HEREFORD. They are gentle, they’re good mothers, and besides I know where I can get one of those.”
“A long horn might stab us to death with its…LONG HORNS!”
“Wouldn’t you rather have a nice new shirt or something? (I admit I fell for that a few times)”
“Look out the window, there’s a squirrel! (Pounding footsteps as My Cowboy runs out back door while I search the tree tops out my kitchen window)”
So fine. I never get anything I want. It’s just one lame excuse after another.