Once upon a time, when the earth was still flat full of green grass and blue skies, Grandma J was just a little girl.
On Sundays, after church her whole family would take a ride to her grandma and grandpas' farm. They had goats, cows, chickens, turkeys, a blind cat with no teeth and a dog or two.
Since we always wore our Sunday best on these visits, we could fill our skirts with chicken feed and run like the devil try to sprinkle it about a little at a time. But, the chickens chased us for the feed. Grandma J used her original dump and run technique.
One day, when Grandma J's father decided he had it up to here with the winter blizzards and snow shoveling, he loaded up the family and headed to California.....almost that fast!
Once in California, the Sunday drives after church were long drives to the mountains to pan for gold in the babbling streams...in our Sunday best. Sometimes we headed to the desert to hunt for treasures....ummm Grandma J's father had some strange concepts to fill the grandparent void. I mean, when you live at the beach, wouldn't it be a no brainer to stay home and frolic in the surf? Collect shells? Driftwood?
One day, when Grandma J's father decided he had it up to here with the winter blizzards and snow shoveling, he loaded up the family and headed to California.....almost that fast!
Once in California, the Sunday drives after church were long drives to the mountains to pan for gold in the babbling streams...in our Sunday best. Sometimes we headed to the desert to hunt for treasures....ummm Grandma J's father had some strange concepts to fill the grandparent void. I mean, when you live at the beach, wouldn't it be a no brainer to stay home and frolic in the surf? Collect shells? Driftwood?
Fast forward to today. After church, Grandma J and Phillip Johnny Bob stopped and picked up JJ.Since she was longing for the good old days, she took them for a ride to see some bulls.
Not the same pretty bulls they saw a few weeks ago...no sireeee...today it was the big black ones. 
The ones with the funny duck/bird things hanging around them. 
No one got too close to these guys because they were big, and not as friendly looking as the pretty brown and beige cows.
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14 comments:
Grandma J......that is the most hysterical story I've read all day!!!!
That JJ is one handsome dude :)
When my Pop had a dairy farm he called those things "Cow Birds". Now, I'm certain they have a far more proper name than that but I don't know what it is........all's I know is they eat cow poo. Gross........I'm serious, they're waiting to eat the goodies outta the poo..ewwwwwwww.......
Thanks for the hilarity and.......
Steady On
Reggie Girl
I love your childhood stories...but what was your Dad thinking?? :)
JJ looks so cute and I think he and PJB get along so well, I love when everyone in the family gets along.
THose birds are so eating the bugs off the bulls and they LIKE IT.
You have GOT to write a book...I swear, you would make a million...of course, photos HAVE to be included.
I hope that you are bring PJB to The VA Blogfest...please!
I see JJ is starting to dress like Phil with a matching hoodie.
Those birds eat insects off of the bulls and horses too.
Colin
I'm sensing some sibling rivalry....
Oh Dear Heavens.
I could write a review of this post that would extend from here to Costa Rica, and it'd all be good.
Grandma J. is a genius.
The pictures are incredible. I'm just here to tell you, those last two photos need to be in the Smithsonian of Blog Art, especially the one with PJB and JJ. (The last one is absolutely gorgeous.)
OK, I can't not mention that first piece of artwork of Grandma J. as a child. In and of itself had me chuckling, but then when I glanced in the upper right hand corner and saw GJ doing the dishes, well then I had to cackle loud enough to be heard three states away.
Bravo, Grandma J., just Bravo.
Those birds are egrets. They used to stand on the cows down the road from my Grandma's when I was growing up. Yes, I think it's a symbiotic relationship- birds get lunch, cows get de-bugged.
JJ looks very fluffy in his Sunday best. What a great afternoon!!
ahh great post grandma j!!!... did j bear have the urge to go out and play rodeo with one of them steers?.... p.s. next time i want pictures of a real texas longhorn though!!... he he!!
I'm glad PJB and JJ got to get out and get some of that fresh country air in their lungs. It always does a body good. They're looking too cute in their somewhat matching outfits.
PB and JJ look so real in these pictures.
Oh wait they are aren't they!?!
I think they are Dodo birds. Why else would they get that close to those bulls?!!
You are such a good Grandma! Covering up those little ears with hoodies so the babies won't get an ear ache.
You have the best stories!
And JJ with the hoodie! Just the best!
ps~you can come live in the little house out back anytime!
I have no idea. You are right! Those are some humungous cows! I will ask my Daddy. He knows all things farm related! Or I could just read the comments because I am sure someone already answered it!
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