If you don’t watch children’s television with a preschooler, you probably wouldn’t know the rest of the words to the title of this post. Here, I’ll sing it for you…..
One of these things (in my case cows) is not like the others,
one of these cows just doesn’t belong,
One of these cows is not like the others,
can you tell me which one before I finish my song?
At this point the preschooler is jumping up and down pointing to the item that does not look the same. The song is what I thought of when Tex went for a walk about and I saw him standing with a bunch of Black Angus cows and their babies.
That Tex took off from home doesn’t surprise me. He lives with a couple of grouchy heifers who jab him with their very sharp horns when he gets near any food they might want. You might say, “Tex is at the bottom of the food chain in our small herd”. So when the opportunity presented itself, off he went in search of better pastures, or at least better pasture mates……