I've seen them before, but we don't seem to have a lot of them in our area. My husband first saw them years ago when he was travelling back and forth to England for a project at work. He told me about them, and I think he may have taken some pictures; I can't remember now (that was before we had a digital camera).
Actually, "oreo cows" is just a nickname. They are really Belted Galloway cows. According to Wikipedia, they're a rare breed of beef cattle originating in Galloway, in the southwest of Scotland. Some of their other nicknames in the U.S. are "police car" cows and "panda" cows. Aren't they cute? I realize that "cute" is a funny adjective to apply to an animal of this size, but nevertheless, I happen to think they're cute.
On Sunday afternoon, we decided to drive up to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Based on the posts I've done lately, it probably seems like all we do is travel. But, that's not really the case. This is just one of those in-between times in our life. We only had one child, and he's no longer a child. He's flown the coop, so to speak. He's making it known that he wants some independence. So all the time that we spent doing things with him and for him, has suddenly become free time.
There are some projects we would like to do on our house, but that's out of the question until our son finishes college. And we are fortunate that all four of our parents are still living, but they are quite independent too :) I quit my part-time job (which I liked a lot, by the way) after our son's sophomore year in high school. Now the job market is terrible, but I knew that was a possibility at the time. Thankfully, my husband has a good job, but it's very stressful right now. He likes to get away whenever we can.
We have always liked the mountains. We love the ocean too; we really do. But it takes us four hours at least, to get to the coast, and we can be in the mountains in a little over an hour. So yesterday, we drove to the Blue Ridge Parkway and headed north into Virginia. I love Virginia. I think it's such a pretty state, and there's so much history there.
We stopped at an overlook on the parkway to stretch our legs and maybe take a few pictures.
We've driven by this little farm many times before, but since we had stopped (and of course there were the oreo cows), I got the urge to take some pictures. Such a pretty, pastoral little scene.
This house appears to be new, so I'm not sure if the existing farmhouse was torn down to build a new one.
What I found so amusing was that this cow stared at us over the fence the entire time we were taking pictures. My husband pointed out that she had a calf, so I imagine she wanted to make sure we weren't a threat.
In a pasture right beside the cows, there were several lamas, and a sign that said "Alpaca Farm and Store".
The mother cow is still giving us the eye while the young calf is nursing.
It was a beautiful day up there, but the breeze was so strong that it was hard to hold the camera steady enough to take decent pics. That's okay; we still had fun. And I almost forgot to mention that we took our "adopted" child on the outing with us...
...because he needs a change of scenery, too, and a chance to get rid of some wiggles ;)
This is my Seasonal Sunday post for the week. Thanks to The Tablescaper for faithfully hosting this party every week! I'm also linking to Outdoor Wednesday, hosted by Susan at A Southern Daydreamer.
Thank you for stopping by House at Forest Manor; I always enjoy your visits!