...and I left to the eerie call of a farmer to his herd...
I headed over to my father's house after dark. I found him in the barn, and we whittled the time away with a light conversation about firearms and our personal convictions on the issue. I left when he was preparing to milk, and as I walked up the muddy path to my car, I could hear that ever-comforting call: "Oooooooooh--- Eeeoooooooooh!" He was calling the cows in; it was something I waited for every night. I missed it, but I never noticed how much until this evening.
Ezeinandout · Sat Nov 18, 2006 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |