tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447466031835398389.post2336737841857925954..comments2023-10-12T10:28:47.370-05:00Comments on Life on County Road 39: Dairy Field TripAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18063236636166402456noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447466031835398389.post-23441249141927044532010-03-26T21:56:58.907-05:002010-03-26T21:56:58.907-05:00The cows my Grandpa had on the farm were black and...The cows my Grandpa had on the farm were black and white. All cows are curious and when I was around 12, I decided to go fishing in the pond. Grandpa had turned the cows out to pasture and the pond was in the middle of the pasture. As I was walking down to the pond, the cows surrounded me in a circle. Every step I would take, they would take a step closer to me. I started to get scared and decided to hold out the fishing pole and turn in circles. This made the cows back up and I made a run for the pond. They lost interest and walked away. The pond was surrounded by a fence so they couldn't get inside. They could get water from the runoff behind the pond. By the time I was finished fishing, the cows were far away and I was able to get back over the fence to safety with the fish I caught!Ohio Mom/Mammawnoreply@blogger.com