Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Down the road, evening.
The heifer's throat pulses as she gulps from the round trough. She looks up, water running from her mouth in shining rods, passes a mauve tongue over soft lips.
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I have just relived those lazy summer days at my grandparent's house watching the neighbor's cows ~ thank you, sweet Lucy!
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