Talking Cows!?!?!

We had a gentle wander in to work this morning, out of the gate, down past the cricket pitch and past The Manor where I always stop to wee up the wall. I consider it a small statement for the workers against the capitalist elite.

In the paddock the other side of The Manor is a small field where are kept a couple of dry cows, not sure what a dry cow is as they look no different to the rest, but that's what The Owner says they are. They were stood by the railing fence this morning, waiting for us and so The Owner said "Morning Mrs Cows", as we walked past. "And Good morning to you!" came the response! The air of surprise was quite palpable at that moment as it dawned on us both that cows don't speak! They say also that dogs can't type but I, of course, have proved that wrong. So was this another of those watershed moments in the history of animal communication skills and another step further into the strange and surreal world of The Owner? With almost a tremor in his voice he stepped tentatively up to the fence and asked "Are you well this morning?". Ordinarily I pour scorn on his chat up routine and he usually gets me to break the ice with his Lady Hoomun Friends, but to be fair, what do you say next to a cow in a field that has just wished you a good morning!? "Very well thank you, and you?" came the response. The Owner was suddenly looking very peaky, with an ashen looking face and a rapidly developing stammer. "Um, not too bad - under the circumstances", came his rather feeble reply. I was feeling non the more confident about the developing scene, so I stood behind his legs and peered tentatively around the side of him. "Don't you think the dahlias are extraordinary this year?" came a further show of intelligent banter from the cow. But with that the rather jolly figure of the Lady Hoomun Gardner from The Manor popped up from behind the stone wall behind the cows. Somewhat relieved and yet taken aback by the turn of events, all The Owner could manage was a rather feeble "Quite so!" as he turned and shuffled off further in the direction of the office. When he got here he fell into his comfy chair and poured himself a very strong coffee and has been silent ever since! I didn't even get e Bonio!!!!