Udderly funny !

   At the end of June, we had observed some cows that had seemed to have escaped their field and were just strolling around above where we live.

   After two days, we were worried about the size of the udder which seemed to be so full, it touched the ground. I called the tourism centre who gave me a name (that turned out to be the right one) and a telephone number that was no longer in service. Then, the number of some locals so that they could contact the proprietor and inform him of the situation.

   The weekend goes by and we see them again – but milked this time… though still roaming freely. So much so that they decide to see what’s going on down the slope and come pay us a home visit.

   A cow had come for the first time on the 1st of July but only Anton-E had seen her because we had gone to buy some cream. So jealous !

    He gave her some water that she promptly drank. She didn’t lap but seemed to suck it in.

   Everything was visited; from top to bottom we could say. All the salt that was potentially there was licked by their long tongue. Even the barbeque was carefully cleaned off !! I had tried to kill off some weeds on the tarmac downstairs with cooking water from vegetables and starchy food, and they washed down the whole of the descent !!

As they had insisted on drinking a lot of water, Anton-E had given them two more pails of water. What wells these cows are !!

   Choupinette… yep, Anton-E had given her a name… seemed to want to come in. I opened the outside shutter-doors and came nose-to-nose with three of the cows, including Choupinette who was coming closer than I liked. I quickly went back inside without opening the second shutter. Not very daring, I know !

   In fact, out of the seven, Jean-Louis said that the dark-brown one wasn’t the friendliest. Ah yes, I remember that she would scrape the ground with her hoof like the cows in Interville. Phew, it’s a good thing I didn’t stay close then !

   It was fun and a good distraction, but they didn’t go without leaving some souvenirs behind, and I’m not just talking manure ! The terrain that I was currently cleaning from weeds found itself rather churned !