CALLING COWS

Once again, we made a trip to my families farm in Illinois.  The whole Roderick clan went and what a time we had.  Weinie roasts, animals, words of questionable origin, story after story and kids everywhere.  You name it, we did it, said it, found it, ate it, got it, lost it.

We were out by the chicken coop just hanging with the girls collecting eggs, chasing chickens and talking.  My uncle came out and told the kids it was time to feed the cows.  The girls looked around and couldn't see any cows.  Then they looked at me as if to say this uncle is a couple bales shy of a tractor load.

Then Uncle Jack yelled "Come onnnnnnnnn, cows."  "COME ONNNNNNN, COWS."

There was a rumble underneath the ground.  We looked way down into the field as the dust began to rise.  The rumble turned into a loud roar.  The cows were stampeding up to the barn.  It was a sight to see.

Addison was over the fence in a split second,  fear written all over her face.  Shae ran to the fence but was to little to jump over.  So you guessed it.  Addison one armed her over with one smooth motion.  Kelsey walked around to the gate and I had Hope with me on the safe side.

We didn't think the cows were going to stop, but stop they did, on a dime.  Right in front of the feed stalls.

The girls don't care for cows to this day.