Had to go meet an appraiser out at one of the two farms that BBA owns, so I invited Caly to come along so that she could romp with the cows. Caly isn't so sure about romping with cows. But she loves running around on the short grass and sniffing all the various fun things to sniff. Almost makes me wish that we could keep the farm- it is beautiful, after all. Ahhhhh, someday. Maybe. But for now we are happy to sell it. If you know of anyone looking for a development parcel that is about 14 acres, within a mile of the beach of Tamarindo, please don't hesitate to send them in my direction!!

Despite Caly's unwillingness to "play" with the cows, there was one calf that was fascinated by Caly. I tried to get her to say hello, but Caly's attitude seemed to be something like "Do you see how BIG that thing is? I'm outta here." I sat down to show her how unconcerned I was... but she still wasn't buying and went to lay under the Cruiser (which, I suppose is about as cow-proof as you can get in the middle of a grassy field full of trees and cows). After a surprisingly short investigation, the inquisitive calf came up to check me out and ended up cleaning up my right food pretty much toe to heel. The left foot, apparently, wasn't to his liking.

"Howd ya like that right foot, buddy?"

Mmmm. Delicious.

Good times, my friends, good times.

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