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Cows are common in Central Texas
Nise's Notes
by Denise Schoppe
The Marlin Democrat
February 16, 2005
“Cow . . . Another cow.”
“Actually, I think it was the same one.”
“I gotta go Julia, we got cows.”
That is probably my favorite part of the movie, ‘Twister’. Three words: We got cows.
Here in Texas... we got cows. Lots of them, in fact.
Last week, as I drove to work in the morning, I met a cow on Highway 77 north of Rosebud. That may not surprise anyone, but imagine a cow running perfectly down the center of the other lane. That’s exactly what I saw.
I was cruising down the highway, silently cursing myself for once again running late, when I looked up and saw a cow coming towards me. I wasn’t afraid, just surprised. Especially when it took a left and crossed between me and the suburban I was following. It didn’t changed pace until it trotted over to the fence and came to a stop.
I stared at it. I blinked slowly. Then with an amused chuckle I realized that it drives down the highway better than most humans. Short of it having not used a turn signal, it executed a perfect and beautiful left turn. Which, since hardly anyone uses turn signals these days, I guess that little mistake is excusable.
Before I take off on the tangent of driving habits, let me get back to the topic at hand. Cows.
I visited with friends from Indiana not long ago, and I was amused to listen to them tell me a tale of a friend of their’s being so amazed by cows.
“There’s so many of them!”
“Look at the cows!”
I admittedly could not hold back my giggles as being amazed by cows, to me, is like being amazed to find the grass is green. I remember as a child riding down country roads and having adults point and go, “Look! Moo-cows!”
I always gave a look of disinterest. Aside from the fact that it was far from the first cow I’d ever seen, and I never understood the need of the word “Moo” before cow.
Cows moo. It’s a fact. Until someone can show me a cow that says “Meow,” I’m going to leave that discriptive word off when I speak of these animals that bring steak to our plates and milk to our glasses.
I’ve offended a vegitarian somewhere, and for that I apologize. However, it’s a fact. Much like its a fact that we have cows, and there are indeed people who are amazed by this. There are people who grew up in other states or even deep in the cities of Texas — Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Dallas — that have not seen cows and they are amazed by them. What is, to me, as common and expected as having air to breathe, is to them as foreign as a little green man from Mars. They look at these four legged creatures with awe.
As I stiffle my laughter, I also respect that we all come from different backgrounds. One of these days, I’ll go somewhere and be amazed by something that is common to the locals. It could be something as huge as going on a safari and seeing girafes, or it could be simple as going skiing and seeing snow. Whatever it is, I’ll look upon it with the amazement and awe of a child. They’ll get a good chuckle from my reactions, and I’ll have only one thing to say in response.
“We got cows.”
Nise's Notes
by Denise Schoppe
The Marlin Democrat
February 16, 2005
“Cow . . . Another cow.”
“Actually, I think it was the same one.”
“I gotta go Julia, we got cows.”
That is probably my favorite part of the movie, ‘Twister’. Three words: We got cows.
Here in Texas... we got cows. Lots of them, in fact.
Last week, as I drove to work in the morning, I met a cow on Highway 77 north of Rosebud. That may not surprise anyone, but imagine a cow running perfectly down the center of the other lane. That’s exactly what I saw.
I was cruising down the highway, silently cursing myself for once again running late, when I looked up and saw a cow coming towards me. I wasn’t afraid, just surprised. Especially when it took a left and crossed between me and the suburban I was following. It didn’t changed pace until it trotted over to the fence and came to a stop.
I stared at it. I blinked slowly. Then with an amused chuckle I realized that it drives down the highway better than most humans. Short of it having not used a turn signal, it executed a perfect and beautiful left turn. Which, since hardly anyone uses turn signals these days, I guess that little mistake is excusable.
Before I take off on the tangent of driving habits, let me get back to the topic at hand. Cows.
I visited with friends from Indiana not long ago, and I was amused to listen to them tell me a tale of a friend of their’s being so amazed by cows.
“There’s so many of them!”
“Look at the cows!”
I admittedly could not hold back my giggles as being amazed by cows, to me, is like being amazed to find the grass is green. I remember as a child riding down country roads and having adults point and go, “Look! Moo-cows!”
I always gave a look of disinterest. Aside from the fact that it was far from the first cow I’d ever seen, and I never understood the need of the word “Moo” before cow.
Cows moo. It’s a fact. Until someone can show me a cow that says “Meow,” I’m going to leave that discriptive word off when I speak of these animals that bring steak to our plates and milk to our glasses.
I’ve offended a vegitarian somewhere, and for that I apologize. However, it’s a fact. Much like its a fact that we have cows, and there are indeed people who are amazed by this. There are people who grew up in other states or even deep in the cities of Texas — Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Dallas — that have not seen cows and they are amazed by them. What is, to me, as common and expected as having air to breathe, is to them as foreign as a little green man from Mars. They look at these four legged creatures with awe.
As I stiffle my laughter, I also respect that we all come from different backgrounds. One of these days, I’ll go somewhere and be amazed by something that is common to the locals. It could be something as huge as going on a safari and seeing girafes, or it could be simple as going skiing and seeing snow. Whatever it is, I’ll look upon it with the amazement and awe of a child. They’ll get a good chuckle from my reactions, and I’ll have only one thing to say in response.
“We got cows.”
