Lovely large ladies living lives of leisure.

Now, I believe that’s an apt description of our “girthful” girls, Gladys and Babe. Mother and daughter.

Perhaps you recall my having written about our big, beautiful, bovine beauties in the past. They are our rescue cows.

These two prodigious food processors have produced massive amounts of vegetable nutrients over the years. In a very satisfactory quid pro quo, we have an arrangement with former banker turned master gardener Tom. We furnish premium, super deluxe, grade A bovine excrement for wonderful in-season vegetables. A mutually satisfying partnership.

Gladys is evincing symptoms of the aging process, as getting up, and then walking, is more and more a challenge. She is, we estimate, close to 16 years old, and Babe is around 13. We have had them since ’04. Had we not rescued them, they would have added calories and cholesterol to someone’s diet. Several someones.

My Incomparable First Wife and I are not red meat partakers. It’s a health and philosophical thing with us. We would not presume to tell others how and what to eat. Besides, most people are going to do what they are going to do, especially here in the South. Especially here in eastern Carolina. Let’s not go there.

And so. Just thought I’d give you a bit of an update on our large ladies.

Please feel free to come by and visit with them. They’ll be in the south or north “forty,” or in their condo. If you bring your children or grandchildren they can feed our dynamic (now, that’s a stretch) duo.

A caveat: Should you elect to walk about a bit in either pasture, or through the “cow corridor” connecting those two grazing places, please be sure to watch your step. Also, our two ladies aren’t exactly touchy-feely, so be sententious.

And, we’ll even give you a souvenir cow pattie, not to imply that you might be scatalogically inclined.

Look it up.