Moo-ooo-ooo! A Love Song For AFK.

AFK has been a follower of this little bloggie for years now; she has been a faithful commenter (is that a word?), and has encouraged me to keep writing even when I thought what I had to say wasn’t all that important. She’s followed me through daboonies of Oregon, Washington, Idaho, and Montana, riding shotgun through all of our adventures. She absolutely adores pīpī (cows), so I’m dedicating this post to her.

I’ve put together a whole bunch of photos of pīpī from some of my previous blog posts; I thought it’d be fun for AFK to see a lot of them all in one place.

One of my favorite posts was all about a cow I called Lani Moo, after the famous Lani Moo back home. You can read it here.

This photo was taken somewhere in daboonies of Washington. She looks pretty peaceful, yeah?

Cow for AFK

This adorable couple was on the other side of the hill from us. I don’t think I wanna mess with that pīpī kane!

Cows for AFK

This sign was one I had to include. Somebody doesn’t know a pīpī wahine from a pīpī kane. The sign was right around the corner from us.


From Damascus, we go to Drummond, Montana, where we were lucky enough to catch this cattle drive right alongside the freeway.

Montana cattle drive south of Drummond and near Route 271 turn-off

These Longhorns are out in the Beavercreek area of Oregon. When I meet with my hui out that way, I get to see them.

Imagine going on a cattle drive from Texas to Montana with hundreds of these guys!

Cool these pīpī, yeah? Oh, try wait. Dems not cows!

And we can’t forget these trucks!

I’m lucky; these guys live right around the corner from me. Do you see what I see?

Try look closer. Cute, yeah? “Save me, Mom!  Da wahine wit da camera going get me!” (Oh. Do calves talk pidgin?)

Across the road from us…umm.. don’t worry, Sir. I have absolutely no intention of taking her from you!

On our way to Missoula, Montana, from Idaho. In the tangle of legs in this photo, you might be able to see a couple of nursing calves. I’m no cow expert, but I think these might be Red Angus.

These cows were just down the road from the previous ones.

Pīpī  story: We used to have a cow here in our pasture. The young man who kept his sheep here was given a calf, and we said he could have her here, too. Then a couple of years later, Jon sold his sheep and went off to college, and he said we could keep the pīpī. Who of course, I promptly named Lani Moo. She was black and white and very sweet. She was also, by this time, very big. As in BIG.  She helped to keep the grass down along with our own sheep.

But one Spring, I was in the pasture with our own sheep. It had been raining a lot, and the ground was slippery and wet. Lani Moo, who’d been up towards the top of the hill, saw me and started running towards me. She looked like a huge black and white tsunami coming at me downhill, and I just knew she wouldn’t be able to stop in time and would run me over. Ho da sked! I got out of there wikiwiki. And at that moment, decided that Lani Moo needed a new owner. (She did stop before she hit the fence, in case you’re wondering.) She was simply too big for our pasture. Sweet as she was, she needed more room. So I made a few calls, and ultimately we traded her for Come Se. Who wasn’t a pīpī. Como Se is the llama on the right, and yes, of course I was the one who named him.

Rayado was very happy to have a friend. And the pygmy goats liked him, too.

This kinda blurry photo was taken in eastern Oregon on one of our Montana trips. This was near Boardman, heading east. These ones are Herefords.

Try look!  More cute pīpī around the corner from us.

Oops. Not pīpī. Still cute but.

Let’s go back to Montana so I no Make A anymore! And Black Angus this time. I think.

It gets so cold in Montana, well below 0° at times, and I wonder how the pīpī do then.  Don’t the mountains look huge? I do love the Rockies, and pīpī in their shadow.

Really bouncing around here! This photo was taken as we were heading east to Montana, somewhere in eastern Oregon. No Rocky Mountains this time; only wind turbines.  So different, yeah?

I remember this corner well. We were in Idaho, on our way to Orofino on our way back to Montana. I saw these pīpī at dusk, and we stopped to take their photo for AFK.

This looks like a Red Angus to me. But don’t hold me to it.

You know, when we go anywhere, it’s kinda like a treasure hunt, finding pīpī to photograph for AFK. And when we find photo ops, it makes me happy, knowing how much she loves the cows in their different environments. Well heck. She just loves pīpī!

Back to Montana we go!  See the cute pīpī keiki?

This is probably my favorite pīpī  photo ever. We were driving along Highway 89 in Montana, the Crazy Mountains practically beside us. And when I saw the pīpī silhouetted against the snowy mountains, I screeched the car to a stop so that we could get this photo. It’s small kine blurry, but ainokea. I love it.


I leave you with this.

This one’s for you, AFK. I hope you enjoyed it. The post comes with all my aloha.

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6 Responses to Moo-ooo-ooo! A Love Song For AFK.

  1. AFK says:

    Oh Moki-chan, I’m all waimaka right now. I was not having a great Monday morning, but you have turned all that around! Thank you soooooo much! I love all dem pīpī and you!

  2. Carol ccc says:

    This was a fun story of cows Enjoyed your humor

  3. Joanna Butler says:

    I love cows, too! So much fun to see these guys (um, I guess “gals” would be more correct!)! Living in the Midwest, I’ve never seen cows in the mountains — okay, I’ve never seen mountains, period! — thanks for sharing. Funny, now I’ve got a strong hankering for a hamburger… LOL!

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