While researching my novel 1983, which is based on the Nottinghamshire mining village where I grew up, I had a weird memory of a man who used to take his cow for a walk around the village, like it was a dog.
"Have I made that up?" I wondered.
So I checked my mum and dad's old photos.
I hadn't.
"Have I made that up?" I wondered.
So I checked my mum and dad's old photos.
I hadn't.
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Like walking their dogs.
A bit different.
They don't deserve the life so many of them suffer
It sounded madder the more I insisted it had happened, but my friend helpfully confounded the kids doubts with confirmation.
In Loughborough there was a lady who draped her cat like a fox fur (that was still fashionable then) one Sunday there was a new family in church who sat behind her ,Yes the cat moved stretched -their screams echoed as the congregation 🤣😅
'Just off out for the laundry with our Porky'.
I worked for a vet college. The reigning queen of the livestock hospital was a fistulated cow, a gorgeous Jersey. I often stopped by to visit her when I had ...
Fistulated cows have holes in their sides through which vets can extract helpful gut microorganisms. My bovine ...
I was a dairy farm kid in Pennsylvania and showed cows in 4H. The ones I worked with would let me walk up to and to and touch them in the pasture which they would not with my brother or father.
The fistula didn't seem to bother her at all—I never saw her worry it or try to rub it off on a wall. She didn't seem to notice it tbh.
I try not to drag Cornell onto social media.
It was just after 4pm.
Welcome to the Midlands.
trump is the disease
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