It doesn’t take much to keep us Farrells amused, or should that be amoosed. Anyway, since the highland cattle took up residence in the Cutlins meadow, it has added a whole new dimension to popping to the High Street for some milk. I can report that Mammy and infant MacMoo who featured in earlier posts, have been moved to pastures new, and now we have only four junior MacMoos with whom to pass the time of day. But they are pretty obliging when it comes to a photo shoot, although all in all, they would much rather eat hay. Just like us, then, it seems they are easily pleased.
Tish Farrell 
Oh god, bless their little fluffy heads they are so bloody adorable hehe
They do have wonderfully fluffy faces, and also drawers on the nether parts 🙂
Someone should do their hair. 🙂
They do get in a pickle with the hay.
I’m not sure having a fringe that long is good for the eyesight. But they are very appealing creatures, unlike the massive, muscle-bound bulls in ‘our’ field.
It’s called a dossan and apparently protects their eyes!
Really? The things you learn on here!
Indeed. Thank you, Becky.
Apparently!!! 🐮
Well, I didn’t know that, Becky. But it makes sense when their original homeland is in such very bleak and blustery parts.
I had to investigate after seeing yours peer through their hair!
they are kinda cute,but I do wonder just how much they can see. Kinda like a sheep dog that is shaggy.
The MacMoos are designed for the extreme winds, snow and rains of Scotland, so guess they need to be well protected.
Maybe insulation against the heat too.
Oh yes, and there are awful clouds of small biting insects in Scotland in summer.
Co-‘moo’-ning with nature, Tish 🙂 🙂 Sorry!
groan!!!!!
Tee hee! 🙂
Ha! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thanks, Pete.
I love them . . . I want them in a field near me. Clearly I am going to have to move!!
Oh they are so gorgeous Tish 😀
They make for lovely neighbours 🙂
I’d happily have them in place of my next-doors (the humans, not our lovely sheep).😬
Human neighbours can be so disagreeable.
Yep. We have (I swear) the inspiration for Harry Enfield’s Wayne and Waynetta on one side, and a German nudist on the other. I’ve learned not to idly look out of my upstairs windows on days when he might be using the spa pool, but my mum got a bit of a shock when she was visiting.
Goodness!
I can see them occasionally lifting a hoof to the fringe, taking a quick peek then flattening it back down. 😀
All that hair! It’s a wonder they can see.
They don’t seem to be too bothered either way 🙂
🙂