As I was out all day I took a flask of coffee with me.
It's funny, it doesn't seem to matter what coffee goes in, it always comes out tasting of flask coffee.
Never mind, the coffee may have tasted of flask, but the surroundings made up for it.
I was sipping my coffee while gazing out across Loch Ness on a beautiful sunny afternoon. It hasn't got too busy with tourists yet, so I was able to enjoy the scenery in relative peace. Great!
I didn't see Nessie.
I've never knowingly eaten one. Specialist breeds usually command specialist prices.
Apparently, they are sometimes kept for milking. I wonder if the white band starts getting smaller as the milk comes out.
@fitheach When I looked them up yesterday after you posted the photo they were also known as 'oreo cows' :-)
Buffalo and Beefalo are quite available here from domestic stock. Not in the shops (well, the odd deli or specialty), but farm gate.
Oreo didn't mean anything to me. Never see them here, but I don't eat biscuits, so maybe not noticed them.
@fitheach I don't eat sweets in general, but Oreo cookies are so popular in north america that they have cultural significance and seep into the language in various ways.
Here's an example from my childhood I don't hear often anymore.
I lived in a group home of 8 boys. 7 boys were first nations and then white boy here.
One of their insults was to call someone a potato or an oreo.
Brown on the outside and white on the inside.
Racism goes both ways and sideways. I had some really shitty days...
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