No pun intended...
"Bullshit!!" I have seen a cow jumping.
Not so much jumping like a Olympic runner jumping hurdles.
Practically, God created them not to jump.
They are fat and docile.
The eat all day and don't exercise.
Cows are to eat, get fat and make cows for eating.
Nothing more.
But they can jump if provoked! I am not so much a country boy as I am a city boy.
I grew up in small subdivision.
We were eight miles from the nearest city.
But my folks grew up on farms as well as my grandparents.
I would say I have some country in me.
However, as a kid I played in the woods, ran in the fields and swam in lakes and ponds.
I have been around many kinds of animals.
I have even bale hay and straw.
I had helped in the tobacco barns For the market people put tobacco into barns for curing.
Therefore, the country is the infusion as my main influence.
No shame here.
As I got older, downtown areas fascinated me.
I was always looking up.
After moving to Seattle I realize my draw to downtown.
Aside from that I have been in the Space Needle and the Columbia Tower.
Two of the most tall structures of Seattle.
There are friends of mine that live in thirty-story apartment buildings in Seattle.
And, yes I have visited the roof top only to BBQ.
In 1961 the Space Needle workers built for the World Trade Fair..
The time is irrelevant.
The view is spectacular! It is a three hundred degrees view of the city! The Columbia Tower is the tallest in Seattle.
It's made of up of office space.
But there they have a club to join to impress your clients or friends.
I have eaten dinner there.
My fire fighter friend walks the stair of all flights.
He raises charity funds for a lymphoma cancer society.
Most gorgeous view.
Join me sometime! So the country has its place in my heart.
My grandfather owned some land.
He rented it out to his neighbor.
The neighbor owned cows that were on my grandfather's property.
Curious and bored, more bored than curious, my cousin and I started chasing cows in my grandfather's pasture.
I didn't know the cow were his neighbor's cows.
Nonetheless, we should have not been chasing the darn cow.
My cousin and I have a mischievous spirit at times.
I like to say it keeps me entertained when I am in a boredom state.
None the less, we didn't speak a word to each other.
Like blood brothers and looking into the other's eyes, we knew what each other were thinking.
We corralled a fat heifer.
The beast was running back and forth trying to get away.
I was having fun.
I knew my cousin would agree.
Frustrated, the damn thing jumped over the fence.
It didn't clear the fence.
Two-thirds were on the other side.
The rear hoof got caught in the fence.
Boy was that cow defacating profusely.
I think I was doing the same.
So, YES cows can jump!