Contented As A Cow

I climbed the fence, tiptoed past piles of cow plops, sloshed though a muddy little creek, walked up a tiny hill along a path cut by the hooves of the cattle. Mr. RP, a land surveyor, knew that there was an iron pipe nestled up against a fence post to which he needed to shoot a distance. Our instrument is extremely sensitive and though I could stand by it and push the buttons to measure distances and turn angles, what if something scrambled or messed up the accuracy of the numbers, with Mr. RP way over there by the fence post? The survey when completed would be incorrect. So I'd rather climb, tiptoe, slosh or walk...whatever the situation requires.

As I stood there with the prism pole exactly where he told me I'd find the iron pipe, I looked at the cows. They were so contentedly swishing their tails and chewing their cud. I chuckled and through the walkie talkie could not resist making this completely ungrounded comment, "These cows over here think I'm cute! He said, "How do you know? Are they mooing at you?" "No" I replied, "they are swishing their tails and batting their eyelashes at me!" Oh my have you ever seen a cow's eyelashes? They must be at least

2 inches long!

Old Testament Psalm (NIV) chapter 50 verses 7 - 10: Hear, O my people,...I am God, your God. I do not rebuke you for your sacrifices or your burnt offerings, which are ever before me. I have no need of a bull from your stall or of goats from your pens, for every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills.

Have a restful day as you enjoy HIS creation.

xo rachel