|But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?|
|Oh, it is East, and ... it's a giant cow?!|
|Laughing now - look at the size of that udder!|
|I am taking bad photos at 65 mph - like everyone else!|
|I passed, but a mile later, the cow blew past me in a big hurry, only to hit the brakes.|
|Travel safely, ol' Bossy (name of countless family milk cows).|
|My exit. I had to turn off and go to work. I could not follow the giant cow to her destination, darn it.|
I miss my good friend Cyberkit. He would have been delighted with this minor absurdity. He would have posted several puns. Try as I might, I can think of none...
I found the Turkey Hill Giant Cow web site: Giant Cows. She is 13 feet and weighs two tons. She has three sisters, and you can win a visit from one for your birthday! They apparently hail from the Pennsylvania area. I read on their web page that whenever the giant cow travels past a pasture containing cows, they invariably follow along. They must think it is the Supreme Cow arrived at last to lead them to the Promised Pasture.
Post script: I woke up this morning with a message from Cyberkit: "She's on the moooooove!"
And from my nephew: "That's a mooving violation!"