World Travelers

Fred and Bessie have crossed the Pond! To see where in the world they are now, check out In the Gutter today. Looks like she's glad to welcome her new visitors! I may never get them home, but oh! they'll have so much to tell their grandkids!

Moo to You!

Flea

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day!


Moo to You!

Flea

Happy Mother's Day!

It's a Strong Name

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Finally! Talking with Perry out of Prissy’s hearing seemed to be the key. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could he not have thought that Priscilla might be in the vitamin basket? She is so sneaky! Once he had Perry alone, the two were able to brainstorm names for quite awhile. He just knew Perry wasn’t as whipped as all that!

The final list was short, sure, but how many ‘best’ names could there be for his boy? And his favorite was sure to be a winner with Bessie – Magnus. No one would make fun of a little bull named Magnus. Ever. Even the runner’s up were enough to frighten other farm animals – Steele and Lance. All three had a certain ring to them. Noble. Sincere. Earthy, almost, without being kooky. Yes, Bessie was bound to agree to one of them.

As Fred approached the butter dish, his son gamboled out to greet him, eyes crossed while licking the butter off of his nose. Maybe Magnus wasn’t such a great fit after all. No! Fred licked his calf’s head and called for Bessie, not seeing her in the usual spot, resting against the butter. “Bessie!” There she was! Coming around the toaster, Bessie was all smiles, a wicked little glint in her eye. This could not be good. “Bessie, what have you done?”

“Fred! What do you mean? Hello to you, too! Did you and Perry have a nice chat? Don’t look at me like that? Where else would you be without me? Since we’ve had our son, you don’t go any further than Perry’s basket. What’s up?”

Nothing like a cow who thinks she knows everything to disarm a bull. Now what was he thinking when he walked up? Oh! Magnus! “Bessie, I’ve come up with a name that even you will love for our boy – Magnus! It’s strong and virile. None of the other farm animals will make fun of him for it. He’ll grow into it quite nicely. What do you think?”

Bessie looked surprised, as though she’d been caught off guard. In fact, she stood for a moment, quite speechless, until Fred was a little concerned, but pleased. Maybe this really WAS the right name! When she spoke, though, it was his turn to be speechless.

“Well, Fred, I was just talking to Prissy, and I had about decided to name the calf myself, without you. The names you’d chosen till now have all been rather – ridiculous.” The smirk was back, though a little shaky.

(to be continued)

And the Award Goes To ...

I know, I know - no story up yet. It's my mom's fault. :D I had a great day today, partly due to her stopping by and visiting for a bit, as well as teaching me some Photoshop madness. So story tomorrow.

But! I have to give an award! The first ever Fred and Bessie Moo to You! award handed out on this site! Katie, at Overflowing Brain, is marking her first year anniversary of blogging today! Instead of giving her the blogiversary award, I'm giving her a special award from the Bovines, because I know they'd want me to. Even though they're still not home *sniff* And because this award serves double duty for her 5 month mark after brain surgery. Way cool. So make room on your trophy shelf, Katie! The cows have an award just for YOU!

Moo to You!

Flea

Safe Inside

The bovines have finally been lured inside! Hoorah! Dlyn is a miracle worker.

Tomorrow (hopefully) a new installment of the continuing saga of Fred and Bessie!

Moo to You!

Flea

Dlyn - the brave and wonderful and perseverant - is trying new means for luring Fred and Bessie in to her home. Hop over and see what she's attempting today. Maybe give suggestions for what may work. Those little buggers keep skittering away every time they see her! Maybe she could set some of her kitchen cow collection outside, let them know they're not alone, see if they'll have a conversation? Just a thought.

It's comforting knowing where they are and that they're in good hands. Good luck, Dlyn! And thank you!

Moo to You!

Flea

P.S. To entertain you, in their absence, a lolkows photo I did to keep me from falling apart:


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