Moo

                                                                                                

 

     I spent a good portion of my working life as a person who tended hamburger on the hoof.  This summer I hope to make the pilgrimage to central Idaho where, forty-some years ago, my daughter and I lived in a teepee with an Airstream cookshack on a spit of land along the shores of Cascade Reservoir in the Salmon River Mountains. 

     We drank directly from Arling Creek, kept four horses, and watched over five hundred head of heifers and light steers that roamed the hills where today rich folks try to outbid each other for million dollar second homes. In honor of those sweet, sweet days of yore, I’ve researched other peoples’ thoughts on the subject of cows.

 

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them, and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.  ~Thomas de Quincey

 


All the really good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.  ~Grant Wood

As for butter versus margarine, I trust cows more than chemists.  ~Joan Gussow

A cow is a very good animal in the field, but we turn her out of a garden.  ~Samuel Johnson

The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
~Ogden Nash

I guess cows aren't into the four food groups, especially when they are two of them.  ~Anthony Clark

All is not butter that comes from the cow.  ~Proverb

 

There comes a time in the affairs of life when one must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.-W. C. Fields

Scientists tell us that the fastest animal on earth, with a top speed of 120 feet per second, is a cow that has been dropped out of a helicopter.  ~Dave Barry

Parties who want milk should not seat themselves on a stool in the middle of the field in hopes that the cow will back up to them.  ~Elbert Hubbard

A mind of the caliber of mine cannot derive its nutriment from cows.  ~George Bernard Shaw

 

Some people are uncomfortable with the idea that humans belong to the same class of animals as cats and cows and raccoons. They're like the people who become successful and then don't want to be reminded of the old neighborhood. - Phil Donahue

The cow is nothing but a machine which makes grass fit for us people to eat.  ~John McNulty

Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.  ~Proverb

Sacred cows make the best hamburgers.  ~Mark Twain

Who was the first guy that look at a cow and said, "I think that I'll drink whatever comes out of those things when I squeeze them?  ~Bill Watterson

Milk the cow, but do not pull off the udder.  ~Greek Proverb

If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care, then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman; it would be, I think, an American cow.  ~William Lyon Phelps

Whoever needs milk, bows to the animal.  ~Yiddish Saying

The human body has no more need for cows' milk than it does for dogs' milk, horses' milk, or giraffes' milk.  ~Michael Klaper

Tongue - a variety of meat, rarely served because it clearly crosses the line between a cut of beef and a piece of a dead cow.  ~Bob Ekstrom

I'd rather kiss a mad cow on the muzzle than a smoker on the mouth.  ~Paul Carvel

I go about looking at horses and cattle.  They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young.  I am sick with envy of them.  ~Sherwood Anderson 

There's nothing like sitting back and talking to your cows.  ~Russell Crowe

There's something about getting up at 5 a.m., feeding the stock and chickens, and milking a couple of cows before breakfast that gives you a lifelong respect for the price of butter and eggs.  ~Bill Vaughan

Custard:  A detestable substance produced by a malevolent conspiracy of the hen, the cow, and the cook.  ~Ambrose Bierce

He who lets the goat be laid on his shoulders is soon after forced to carry the cow.  ~Italian Proverb

Greatness alone in not enough, or the cow would outrun the hare.  ~Proverb

Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian.  ~Dennis Wholey

The mere brute pleasure of reading - the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing.  ~Lord Chesterfield

 

I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people. - Grandma Moses

 

There exists no politician in India daring enough to attempt to explain to the masses that cows can be eaten.- Indira Gandhi

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