Guest blogger today:
Gayle calls me Miss Priss, but my name is Prissy. I came to live here when I was just a few days old. It was the day before Gayle’s Mom (Dorothy) came on her last visit to PA in 2004. Dorothy was a nice lady. She fed me out of a bottle. She was a little bit afraid of me I think. Maybe because I was stronger than she was and could pull the bottle out of her hand.
Gayle isnt afraid of me. She used to feed me from a bottle too. She always asks me to stick out my tongue so she can see it. I dont know if she is making fun of me or is just curious, but I dont like for her to see it. I mean, what’s the big deal about seeing my tongue? I’m the only one on the block who has a mostly black tongue. My newest calf, Georgette, has some black on her tongue, but not as much as me. I think Gayle wants to see how black it is. I’m stubborn and dont stick my tongue out at Gayle when she asks. Especially when she has her camera.
I have had 3 calves. I am going to have another one this summer. Maybe sooner. That big old bull (my boyfriend) is the daddy. He is such a player tho, he is daddy to all the other new calves coming along too.
It’s pretty muddy around here right now. But it sure beats the snow and ice. Hey, maybe I should apply to become one of those California cows. Does it matter if I am half angus and half hereford?
Ok, dont let Gayle know I did this….. but wanna see my tongue??