Cracker Cows

Bossy

As I was riding one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a riding along,
His hat was throw'd back and his spurs was a jingling'
and as he was riding he was singing this song.

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies,
It's your misfortune ain't none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies,
You know that (Florida) will be your new home.  - The Weavers

My son, Scott and his lovely wife, Sherry, who live in a house with running water and a cement pond, and really love gourmet food and fine wines, etc., recently bought an 800 acre ranch.  It's pristine Florida land with a seven mile fence line, with almost nothing man made on it.  And now they have about 50 or so Cracker Cows, all named, happily living there.   And I wouldn't be surprised if the two of them will be happily living there at some point.  But for now they are happily waiting for the old double-wide across the road re-do so they can spend quality weekends with their cows.

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As you know, I like Florida history and have great respect for the Crackers who hacked their way through this harsh state prior to air conditioning.  But, until recently, I had never heard of Cracker Cows.  In a nutshell, they were brought over by the Spanish Conquistadors in the 16th century.  They are small, bony, beautifully colored, long horned, cows that can survive in our harsh heat.  Also, like the Royals, they are of pure linage.  And they're on the endangered species list.  (Only for the cows it's call the "Critical" list.)  However, Scott and Sherry's cows are happily roaming free and having babies, just like they did in the 16th century.

Scott has always loved the outdoors and, for years, dreamt of being a cowboy.  Sherry's the one who's surprising me.


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