Cow magnets
Flash recently alerted her readers to the existence of cow magnets. Which I think is delightful. I’m pondering ordering the Bessie Bovine explains all educational package (ages 6 and up)… Nothing worse than Hardware Disease… particularly relevant for Michael Eavis and his surfeit of tent pegs apparently.
So yesterday we wandered over to Berkeley Marina, a place I’d been before back in the dark old days as a NGO program manager for various conferences. It was nice to reclaim it as a site for walking and photography rather than learning about sustainability and human resources. We wandered along the lengthy pier and then had a Flip This House marathon evening with the remains of Meg’s surplus wine from the night before.
This morning we helped shift a few boxes for T’s move-in over in Oakland and discovered the delights of Zachary’s pizza and I had my first ever go on a Nintendo Wii. This afternoon, we’ll probably get out to enjoy the sunshine somewhere local and stockpile vitamin D for the deskbound coming week.
In Taunton’s local rag, The Gazette, there’s a first for local small-town journalism. At the time of writing, they managed to publish a headline for an Easter Extravaganza without resorting to spelling it Eggstravaganza. Which I think is laudable and without precedent. Maybe they’re moving upmarket or have just hired a new staff writer…
Glad to have been able to delight you. Cow magnets seem like an elegant solution which seems primitive and yet advanced at the same time, if that makes any sense.
I wonder if I entered a field with a REALLY big magnet on a crane whether I could pick up cows that way.
How’s the schipperke? My hound’s on a diet and he complains loudly at every opportunity.
Coincidentally (a “cow stomach” link) his favourite food is tried tripe. Stinks!
thank you thank you thank you for the moving help! hope you had a lovely sunny afternoon. love,t
Cheers Flash, if you ever do go into a field with a really big magnet on a crane, get some decent youtube footage would you? thanks 😀
The Schip’s doing grand. Getting more and more feisty as the days go by in his new abode.
Wonder if farmers’ credit cards still work after a day in t’field…
You’re more than welcome, T, had a grand afternoon thanks. See you soon