A weekend at the Farm

I enjoy seeing cattle! And I don't mean standing by the roadside to look at someones cattle grazing on a farm. But I do that a lot also! I enjoy being acquaintances with cattle! I like walking a log farm with their company. Whenever I am get there, they come close, perhaps to greet! so I walk around as they follow or i sit as they graze just near me! the sound of there pulling grass off the ground make me breath in and out easily! I relax, I thank God! 

Of course someone from my neighbourhood would not be amused by that. They would perhaps be surprised if I stated to the centrally. But remember, this is not every ones taste. One of friends in Kampala for example knows nothing a cow. I don’t mean she has never seen one, but she just doesn’t give it a thought to imagine herself feeding one, let alone touching one with her multicoloured fingernails. I can also imagine that any good cow would find her perfume a puzzle. 

Cows have a great sense of smell, they can tell an acquaintance by their nose! I can imagine they would detest the perfume of my Kampala friend or they may love it with time. Cows also have a great sense of hearing, they can tell an enemy by the voice. They take interactions! Cows also have a great sense of sight, I can imagine, they would detest the long bulky hair of my Kampala friend or they would love it. By the way stubborn bulls sometimes tease ladies. 

So I spent this past weekend at the farm. One of the recent addition to the farm had had a baby. A calf so resembling the mother in colour. This was good news. The bad news however is that of recent, the farm has a poor shepherd. Now, I am not sure whether omurisa wente is called a Shepherd. My friends Joseph  and Juliet with whom we share the passion of possessing these horned things ought to guide me. But to be comfortable, I will call home caretaker instead of a shepherd.

This caretaker is so poor to the extent that he milks while standing! For goodness sake, why can’t he Scot while doing this normal cause!  We had a good one called Samuel when I was younger. Samuel had curved out a stool from a tree stamp. He would sit on his stool while milking! The cows loved him! He never tied any of them as he milked! By the way by saying tying I mean okubohera ! English fails me but to say something close, he milked in a rhythm on a rhyme. We called it okukombeza! Samuel had a way with his roles, he spoke to the cattle and they listened. He named the Cattle well. He have funny names o some of them! For example, he named one of them Kagabo! English again fails me but he meant to say that this cow had just one patch of colour. Otherwise the cow was brown with a white patch around the udder. He named it so while it was young, but it grew into a graceful mother. It led the kraal during the mature times.