Despite my common usage of the word “y’all” & the country music presets on my radio..let’s face it friends, I am a city girl. I grew up in Norfolk, Virginia where the view of the starry nights is obscured by carriers, battleships, and downtown in all it’s Dominion tower height. I might add that I am a reluctant city girl. I love where I grew up- the culture & diversity of Hampton Roads, but I really, really love some things about my fake country life in Chesapeake. I call it a fake country life because Chesapeake is really suburbia with some leftover farms & wide open spaces. Nevertheless, when I drive out of my neighborhood I see horses! During the summer, I hit up the farmer’s market stands! I love the quiet drives on Mt. Pleasant, Elbow Road & Centerville! And I especially, especially LOVE the cows at Bergey’s! Every time I go spend my life savings there invest in their amazing sandwiches and homemade ice cream, I always book it to the barn to look at the cows. Without fail, I usually squeal in delight at the sheer proximity of the cows to myself. When I am done squealing, I entertain myself by feeding them all the nearby grass and hay I can get my hands on. It. never.gets.old. I love a cow!!!
Here I am, just chatting with these country folk..
Here is the cow, chatting with Marcus. I don’t know what they were talking about, but Marcus looks kind of offended.. 
We also took our friend Isaac out to see the cows, hoping he was as easily entertained as me. But then we remembered he was from the country {i.e Blacksburg, Va} where cows are a common occurrence. He humored me though, as I noisily encouraged him to talk to them & pet them
Oh cows..you are so beautiful…
……….except when you make faces like this and hog all the delicious grass from your brother cow…. 
Chances are, if you come over to my house, I will take you to see these cows..all the while exclaiming things like “isn’t this AMAZING!!!!” and “These cows make me so happy!!” or “ Let’s go buy a farm!”
Don’t worry though…the ice cream at Bergey’s alone would make up for my odd & obnoxious affection for cows and all things country.
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