Feb. 22nd, 2005
On the way to the felt store there's a farm that belongs to my brother's ex-girlfriend's family. I guess last summer (when they were still together) my mother was invited to a picnic at their house. They pointed out in the field to a cow that had been recently behaving strange. My mother, having grown up on a dairy farm, confirmed that the cow did have a drunken stager to it.
Now I'm not saying it was the same cow, but when we drove past the farm there was a dead cow laying on it's side outside of the barn. It's bloated stiff carcass had one rear leg pointed oddly straight into the air.
I know there's no use in worrying about John Titor type stuff like this, but it certainly does raise an eyebrow.
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