There is much to be said about being weed on by a cow at 7.45 in the morning. If you're curious you can ask me because I was weed on by a pregnant cow lady this morning. It's probably something that happens every day to dairy farmers all over the world but for me it was quite unexpected, warm and wet. Very wet and warm - I was right in the line of fire.
I have since learned that it's considered good luck to be urinated on by a cow. And to be fair - my soda bread did turn out OK this morning. I haven't felt the least teary today and it is, after all, an experience.
Having mulled this over in the kitchen today I feel that I actually prefer being weed on by a cow and sprinkled with good luck than being miserable and teary over messed-up soda bread. I feel almost distinguished.
Should this go on my CV?
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| The usual suspects. I identify the cow in black, third from the left. |
Resumé: en av Jerseykorna här på gården kissade ner mej imorse. För att hedra mina förfäder så ville jag absolut delta i morgonmjölkningen men hann inte längre än att jag hade tvättat juvren på en kossa så skvalade det ner över ryggen på mej. Det var den höggravida grannen som inte kunde hålla tätt och jag stod precis i vägen för den varma strålen.
Kokiss lär föra god tur med sig - åtminstone här på Irland - och dagen har varit riktigt bra. Får se om det håller i sig!
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