Thursday, 23 May 2019

Cows and Copious Moist Ejecta


 First the cows:

 These photos were taken last Thursday on Coltishall Common.  I'd gone to meet a couple of old friends for lunch and, arriving early, had a wander around the green and pleasant cow-pat festooned lands of the common, complete with the pat producers.
 At one point, they had blocked my way back, the only calf standing right in the middle of the path staring at me.  So, to prevent spooking them and getting gored by their rather pointy horns, I had to walk all the way around to return to the gate.




Moo!
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 The following spume-laden photos are from today, after I had dropped The Little Witch off at school:






[glub]





Ox-eye daisy (Leucanthemum vulgare)

 More spume can be found here and here.

14 comments:

  1. You must be all spumed out now, and rum tuckered.
    Sx

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  2. Idea for a new promotional event for the regional tourism council: The Coltishall Common Running of the Cows!

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    1. I think it may be dialled down to the Amble of the Cows...

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    1. I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of Ermintrude!

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  4. Those aren't cows. You can tell because they've got tails. That means they're bulls.
    That's quite some ejaculation. Bugger. I've revealed the Freudian set of my mind on a post with no sexual references at all.

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    1. I think you should stick to Freudian Catastrophic Collapses (slip seems too minor a description), as your grasp of sexual dimorphism needs a firmer grip!

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    2. I gave it my best shot, but it blew up in my face.

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  5. Since there above the water, does that count them as Sea Cows? Now excuse me...my moist ejecta is calling.....

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  6. I think they are called Belted Galloways. Named, I believe, after the chap who tried to out-run some.(He came a poor second)

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    1. Mmmm... human jam. Does anybody have any toast?

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