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There are some young almond tress, which ordinarily look as if drawn by a childish hand. Now, as the wind sets their weak branches gibbering, they seem like shamanistic scratches on the white bone of the brittle bright night.
their lambs spent the whole summer loose in the highlands without any significant losses. They produced wool of consistently high quality, and were easy to feed and simple to handle. It was no surprise that other breeders
Cattle ... it called us cattle ...
We're hamburger, you mean.
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.
A cut scarred where a caress faded away.
We pull on to the road, where our only company are the wandering cattle, who have become commonplace as traffic lights. Lethargic and listless, they look like they've been roaming the roads of Guinea since the dawn of time. And no doubt they will continue to long after we're gone.
Painting. Carefully, I took down the goat, the chicken, and me and
For now, bread and mead call us, appetites whetted, to witness what I have been nursing, encased in iron, licked by flame, and tended with relish.
crippled. He'd been better as soon as his hooves were trimmed.
I know vegetarians don't like to hear this, but God made an awful lot of land that's good for nothing but grazing.
A mind of the caliber of mine cannot derive its nutrient from cows.
Beef. Yes. Roast beef. It's the Swedish term for beef that is roasted.
the incessant seethe of grasses
Trust me, Joe. You're not a cowboy. The only cows you ever saw as a kid came under a plastic wrap in the grocery store or in a paper wrapped from McDonald's. (Tee)
skinny as horsehair in a glass of milk
They soared past the dark shapes of animals, grazing in the fields.
"What are they?" she asked.
"Sheep," Mason replied. "I once heard someone describe them as floating like clouds across the hills.
Does the beef salute the butcher as it throbs to it's knees?
Those truffled turkeys, of which the reputation and the price are still increasing, appear like beneficient stars, and make the eyes sparkle of all sorts of gourmands of every category, whilst their faces beam with delight and they themselves dance with pleasure.
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
They did attack our herds: you could have seen a woman pull a calf to pieces as it bellowed alive in her bare hands!
Dear friends, do you know that you are lucky people? You don't have any cows to lose.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
was being plundered
A horse blanket, Mel?
I remembered what I was wearing. 'It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right for me.'
Bran laughed a little unsteadly. 'Mel. A horse blanket.
the senile, lecherous expression of a camel.
I should like to know what well-constituted mind, merely because it is transitory, dislikes roast beef?
He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
Hunter deepened it.
Who are you calling beef-witted?" she laughed at him. "Your mother was a hamster, and your father stank of elderberries!" And away they went, whirling and stabbing with their brooms, almost dancing as they moved about the field. She
Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labor when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.
To gnaw on is human, towards digest, divine.
It will be just like Duncan Mac-Girdie's mare,' said Evan, 'if your ladyships please, he wanted to use her by degrees to live without meat, and just as he had put her on a straw a day the poor thing died!
WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW?
The unproductive tillage of human cattle takes that which of right belongs to free labor, and which is necessary for the support and happiness of our own race.
My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.
But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow.
flaxen mane and tail. The Black Forest horses had a draft-like
I grew up on a dairy and beef farm.
A dead cow or sheep lying in a pasture is recognized as carrion. The same sort of a carcass dressed and hung up in a butcher's stall passes as food.
There doesn't seem like there should be an artful way to butcher a cow, but there is, and this is not it.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
Cows?" he asked, "Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?
Began to tear at it - not as a creature that eats earth and grass, but as if it were eating a curtain or a piece of scenery with the world painted on it.
Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
Eight years ago, I wouldn't have painted this subject I'm starting now: a clearing filled with grasses. It would have seemed too much of a jumble. I had to keep looking and drawing, and looking. Now, because of all that time I spent drawing these grasses, I know what I'm looking for.
Some kind of pace may be got out of the eeriest jade by the near prospect of oats; but the thoroughbred has the spur in his blood.
How now Mad Cow?
He'd devoured the goat in two bites, then gone back to enjoying the wildflowers.
I saw a vegetarian wearing a furry coat. so I looked closer. it was made of grass.
My dad was the manager at the 45,000-acre ranch, but he owned his own 1,200-acre ranch, and I owned four cattle that he gave to me when I graduated from grammar school, from the eighth grade. And those cows multiplied, and he kept track of them for years for me. And that was my herd.
Here we supped ... , having amongst other dainties, a dish of truffles, an earth nut found by an hogg trained to it.
Poultry is for the cook what canvas is for the painter.
You Bedazzled my stake?
To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
It was about three feet wide and stippled
Communicating with Cattle by I. Ken Moo
For an absurd moment, I wondered if Ammit devoured the hearts of wicked cows, and if he liked the beefy taste.
- Carter Kane
Cows are gentle, interesting animals.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
A cow peacefully grazing fifty yards away received one of the bullets in her back. She had nothing to do with the quarrel all the same.
I can eat beef, provided it's minced in disguise. I couldn't eat a gammon steak. Forget it.
The ram winked. You like my new wool coat? Because I like ewe. Get it? Ewe?
Little Richard was drenched in milk, and the cow was none too happy. But the iron brig door hung open. "Good job," said Slank. "Next time, you milk the cow," said Little Richard.
The television was on. Leslie Mitchell had been watching a program about how to cook lamb when Hungry Jack came in and started eating him.
Looking angrily at the wombat: and a moment later, 'Come now, Stephen, this is coming it pretty high: your brute is eating my hat.'
'So he is, too,' said Dr. Maturin. 'But do not be perturbed, Jack; it will do him no harm, at all. His digestive processes
Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.
Cows sometimes wear an expression resembling wonderment arrested on its way to becoming a question. In the eye of superior intelligence, on the other hand, lies the nil admirari spread out like the monotony of a cloudless sky.
How I wish I could fist a bit of old-fashioned beef in the fore-castle, as I used to when i was before the mast.
Mother cow expects from us nothing but grass and grain.
The mice have gnawed at it, and sharper teeth than teeth of mice have gnawed at me.
so Durrant stroked the area around his cloaca
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Life was fragile, and the shadows left behind touched those who came after. Hooves
Though what bird in the best of circumstances does not look a little stricken?
Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.
goat. His performance was riveting, bolstered as it was with red, swollen eyes, uncombed hair, trembling hands. Had he begun to rent his clothes in grief, Claudia would not have been surprised. She wondered how long he had rehearsed, or if he had at all.
When I was 10 years old, we'd pick out a cow and boom! They'd hit it in the head with a hammer, lift it up by the back legs, and skin it in front of us. Then I'd take the head home and make soup
You still haven't eaten your muffin. (Sunshine)
'Yeah, right. He still hadn't eaten his boots either, and he'd rather feast on one of them than that thing in her hand.' (Talon)
Eating is an agricultural act.
Tufts of hair stuck out of my head in all directions, like I'd been cow-licked by a drunken heifer.
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart without causing it distress.
We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze.
The cattle crouched round them in soft shadowy clumps, placidly munching, and dreaming with wide-open eyes. The narrow zone of colour created by the firelight was like the planet Earth - a little freak of brightness in a universe of impenetrable shadows
I lean and loaf at my ease ... observing a spear of summer grass.
stopped: a final swish in the tall grass
I figured it out this afternoon, when they let me take a walk around the grounds, that these cows are stupid. Bovine. I knew the word, but I hadn't quite appreciated how literal it could be. I
It's like hunting cows
You're supposed to eat the cows. They're great big lumbering stupid things - they'd be everywhere if we didn't eat them.
And Sam Vimes thought: Why is Young Sam's nursery full of farmyard animals anyway? Why are his books full of moo-cows and baa-lambs? He is growing up in the city. He will only see them on a plate! They go sizzle!
Losing weight. When we finish eating this horse I
Shaken and not stirred.
You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs," I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. "Why is that, do you think?"
"The cow licked it off the last time she milked me," he said between his teeth. "For God's sake, Sassenach!
Milk is very nice, especially with a drop of brandy in it, but the domestic cow is only too glad to be rid of it. A swollen udder is very uncomfortable
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
Lambs and rabbits; Claude buckles the meat into
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.