Another week down and nearing the end of January. How did that. happen........
.Yo bro....... I am back. I am thinking I will do this weekly as I am busy eating and pooing. I
hope you will enjoy my little tale. I have a lovely long tail, well when washed and brushed. At
the moment it is very dirty.
Oh, exciting news, I have been invited to a wedding. A lovely lady is getting married in
February at Rowton Castle and wanted a cow in her photos. Have to laugh as Mum and Dad
aren't invited but they have to come so I don't eat the wedding cake and poo over the bride's
dress. However, I've got this........ I know how to turn it on so that people love me. But I am
excited to be fair. A day out. My daughter, My Mums a Prima Donna (aka Skinny) can't
come because while the guests are loving me, she would be definitely be eating the cake
and probably the garden. She's a bit like a tornado. I am getting glammed up over the next
week or two, washed, clipped (having a hair cut), pedicure, it's what I image it is like being in
Hollywood but better. shall keep you updated with progress.
Next week I won't digress and get back to the history of me. Love ya.
Happy New Year to you and me from the fantastic swissies!
Let me introduce myself. I am Kedar Aurora, aka Fatty. It is a term of endearment given to me from my human
adoptive parents. Ironically I am the skinniest down on the farm. I am a 4 year old Brown Swiss cow, never
married but had three baby calves. Sorry to say that they are all to different Dads and they all have very
different personalities. You will get to meet them later. At the moment it is all about me.
As we welcome in a new year, I decided to write a light hearted blog of my life's journey, mainly about me and my
barnyard mates. Nothing serious, nothing offensive, just a bit of fun.
Shall I introduce myself. I was born at Kedar farm on the 7 February 2017 and lived in a barn with many other
Brown Swiss, owned by Jonny Lochhead and family, based in Scotland. However, it was decided that I would be
sold. Not sure what I did to deserve that but any whoooo.
I was told these random people were turning up one early evening for a "sneaky preview", not so sneaky to be fair.
The guy was very talkative like he knew what he was raving on about. They sounded very weird to me as I was
use to the Scottish accent but was later informed they were Kiwi's. I thought Kiwi was a fruit, green and could be
eaten. Yummo, food glorious food. One of my favourite topics!
I didn't end up going to the sale in the end........ oh gotta go, food coming and possible huggles.
Bonsoir with love
PS sometimes I pretend I can speak French.