At the weekend, the Builder and his Brother were talking about the cows we're hoping to get this year.
"Oh," I piped up, "you mean Daisy and Daffodil?"
"Daisy and Daffodil? You know, our lovely, brown-eyed, sweet, friendly cows that will one day have to go and will not return until they're in the oven, on the frying pan or in my wok. Isn't that what you were talking about?"
The inevitable look passes between them. And then....
"Give me strength, woman. They will not be pets. They will not have names. But even more importantly: they'll be bullocks. They will not be called Daisy and Daffodil."
I don't believe after all I'm supposed to have learned over the past year or two that I'm still getting this wrong.
Crash course in croftification necessary.
Remember Daisy....eating the Daffodils?
See? Earrings. Laurie pointed that out to me.
The earrings are a dead giveaway. Plainly female. No mistaking.
Whereas this guy. Oh boy, there aint no mistaking this fellow.
I bet none of you would dare get it wrong and then face him. Huh?