I always feel like singing to cows. Maybe it's because they approach on mass and make a ready audience. We sang "home boys home" "happy Birthday" and "1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a fish alive". They didn't clap.
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2 comments:
Funny, I like to moo at them. If you do it well enough, they'll moo back.
Which is always satisfying.
I also like to sing among them. You really live in a beautiful country, Alix!
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