About a dog named Houston. 

(She is the little one..the blonde.  An air-head if there ever was one.)

And a bunch of blue herons.  (The photo didn’t turn out)

And a herd of cows.

As the story was told to me by Houston, 

It seems that Houston (Houston is just now 1 year old, which may explain the following) got all excited because a large flock of Blue Herons which landed in the corn field next to her house, so excited she decided to jump the fence and go see them.

Of course she was barking all the way.

 Now, to bring all of you up-to-date, all the corn fields surrounding the farms in our area are always pastured off by the cows, which spend the summer and fall in the mountains.   Once the snow comes the cows come off the fall pastures and onto the farm ground to eat and have their babies.

Cows are a pretty docile type of animal.  A body would think that they don’t have a way to defend themselves, after all they don’t bark, nor do they roar, they don’t have claws and they only have bottom teeth so they really can’t bite.  They seem pretty helpless don’t they?

WRONG!

Cows live in herds ( I know, I know you are all aware of that, but hear me out) herds are a huge social group, cows take turns being the babysitter, while the other girls go eat, they have a leader which really is the boss of the whole group, (and I do mean BOSS), and they take turns guarding the herd.

 Okay, I told you that so you could have the rest of Houston’s story.

 So Houston takes off barking at all those lovely flapping, rustling birds, forgetting, or not remembering that not only in that corn field are the birds, but about 75 head of pregnant Momma-to-be cows.   

In Houston’s mind the cows aren’t an issue, they are ‘a long ways over-there’ and the birds are RIGHT BY THE HOUSE!

Just as Houston enters the flock of birds barking and jumping up and down the GUARD cow breaks loose from the herd makes a mad dash into the fray, turn around and produces a HUGE kick to Houston right in the middle of that yapping mouth.

Houston said she didn’t even know what hit her….suddenly all she knew is she was flying through the air in a gigantic summersault, tumbled to the ground and rolled at least fifteen times (at least there was snow) and landed smack dab on the fence.

Houston’s Mom was standing in inside the yard, when Houston slammed into the fence, gradually Houston became aware that her Mom was yelling at her to come back and then she realized her head hurt. (and her eye and her ear)

It took a little while to recover.

When that whole truck load of dogs came over to visit, a flock of Canada Geese lit in the field, by the cows, right next to MY house.  Not one dog (I know better), not either one of the Rottweiler’s or Houston even looked toward them.

So never let anyone tell you that cows are defenseless, just ask Houston she will tell you.

Some lesson’s are really hard to learn—if Mom says STOP, YOU COME BACK HERE, you better do it; there is a reason behind it.

 Fuzzy (my gray hair is proof I’m wise),