Holy cow, have you ever seen a lovelier heifer? And those yellow ear tags totally set off her bovine brown eyes, don't you think?
Back in the States, sigh, but wishing we were still in Ireland with its breathtaking scenery...
where the only "bull" I encountered was on a field of grass.
Indeed, not watching or reading the "bull" that often passes news these days -- for a whole week! -- was a breath of fresh (Irish) air in itself. As was trading Facebook time for actual face time with friends. (I wish we all lived closer together!)
All the above pictures, btw, were taken from the Silver Strand House, our friends' self-catering establishment on the West Coast of Ireland, near Westport. Though the cow we found just down the road, near the entrance to the beach. (Note: If or when you go to Ireland, make sure you get to the often overlooked West Coast, and climb or at least lay eyes on Croagh Patrick, where St. Patrick reportedly drove the snakes from Ireland, and tour the Connemara. And spend a night or two at the Silver Strand House, which is located in one of the most breathtaking spots the spouse and I have ever been to, with miles of ocean right outside your window.)
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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