I went home to Arkansas 4th of July weekend to spend a little time with the folks. My Dad, a retired farmer, still has a few cows to keep him entertained and occupied during the Winter months between quail hunting activities.
My 5-year old nephew loves to go see the cows, though he is more than a little scared of them. He also loves goats ( which some friends of my parents raise and show ). This means any time he comes to visit my parents, an expedition is formed to see the goats, goat man and goat woman ( the owners – names are too complicated for a 5 year old ), and last but not least, the cows.
While visiting the goat man and goat woman, we picked up one of their guests ( 9-year old boy ) and took him with us to visit the cows. He's from Mississippi and I don't think he spends that much time in the country.
He noticed that there were "not many black roads [asphalt] around here," as we were bouncing down one of the trails in my Dad's pasture that was heavily rutted by my Dad driving through when it was muddy and the mud later hardening to make for a rather rough and bouncy ride.
After making another comment about how rough the road was, my nephew made the following, rather astute observation in reply:
"What do you expect boy? We're in a cow pasture!"
And that just about says it all. :)
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