Mr. C. Cow and I went for a long hike the other day. It was beautiful out but really windy. Mr. C. had thought it a good idea to wear a hat to protect his head. It was bright yellow with ducks all over it. He was very proud of his hat but it kept “quacking” me up. (Get it…Get it…Mr. C. Cow didn’t get it…) The hat was a good idea but with the wind gusts it kept blowing off. I think we spent most of our time chasing after it. I tried to take a postcard picture of him wearing his hat but it blew off every time I snapped the photo.
We’re still traveling on our way to help Bishop out with this new business idea. (Mentioned it in our last postcard to you all BUT it’s still too early to tell you about it. Don’t want to spoil the surprise!) With all of the driving to try and get back home to help we needed a break. Stretch our legs (hoofs…fin flipper things…whatever). Take advantage of the sun shining. Chase after a hat fifty gazillion times.
I shouldn’t giggle at Mr. C. Cow’s duck hat. If he likes it he should wear it! Be who you are! I’m proud of Mr. C. because he does exactly that. Sometimes it’s a fedora and other times its a Santa Hat in the middle of June. We could all learn a lesson from his awesomeness! Maybe I’ll make his day and buy a chicken hat to wear when he wears his duck one.
Friends Of A Feather Stick Together You Know! (He did get that joke!!)
Photo taken somewhere in Virginia. We were extremely lucky and did not get any of the snow the East Coast got this past week. All we’ve had is rain and LOTS of wind. To everyone dealing with the bad weather, freezing conditions, and mounds of snow we hope that you all stay safe!
Mr. C. Cow and I drove the camper to someplace warm and sunny the other day. Since winter officially started a while back we weren’t too willing to say goodbye to sand and surf. At some point we’ll greet the snow with enthusiasm but for right now it can stay as far away from us as possible.
While spending a day dipping our toes (or I should say hoofs and paws) in the sand, we ran into a bunny couple playing music and collecting coins in their guitar case. They had a tropical harmony going on and were singing about famous bunny surfers. I never knew there were any famous bunny surfers out there but I guess there is one named “Boople Suncrash” or something like that. I really need to brush up on my bunny sports players.
The Carrot Tops, as they referred to themselves, had a couple of bucks in their guitar case from kind tippers and they weren’t bad singers. I asked them why they hadn’t been discovered by any major record labels yet. The issue isn’t do to any lack of talent but more on the lines of lack of bunny representation in the music industry. In simple terms, no one seems to think that bunnies can play guitar. If an otter can drive a camper and a cow can rock climb then no one should doubt the guitar playing skills of a bunny.
Maybe Bishop could help them record a demo of their tropical bunny tunes. I know he can do it and they have more than enough talent to whip something up. I left them one of Bishops business cards, made them promise to call him, and went back to lying around in the sun.
This got me thinking……..
Mr. C. Cow and I should consider starting a band. He can play a mean xylophone and I can blow on a big jug. We could call ourselves “The Camptabulous Two”.