That is the caption Sean gave to this photo, which he took from our garden. I can’t be sure that it was her real name. 🙂
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The road to God knows where … Brendan O'Brien · Good friends we had and good friends we've lost/Along the way
This photo is my favourite of all. It’s the one I really wanted to get made into a big canvas to put on my kitchen wall. I couldn’t unlock it from flickr though. Seems like you have managed it.
Do you know what I see in this picture? I imagine that Betsy is sitting in the garden on a bench drinking tea and chatting to her other friends – perhaps Mabel and Flora (who may or may not be wearing headscarves), when Sean interrupts them gently for a non-posed photo.
Have I lost the plot? hahaha
I remember you gave us a heavy iron doorstop in the shape of a Friesian cow. I’m starting to see a pattern. 🙂
Absolutely bloody brilliant.
During the mad cow episode in Britain, my brother-in-law was involved in the apocalyptic disposal of entire herds and herds of entire herds. He would come home at night totally exhausted and deeply upset. My sister would ask him what he had done. She wanted details. He told her that he did not want her to know.
Your son’s photograph has captured the soul and dignity of an animal that has been terribly betrayed.
Thank you, Cymbeline. Yes, they are intelligent animals and have their own personalities, as I discovered anew when helping to round some up recently.
I hope that you are not talking about human silly cows.
No … that would be more daunting than cattle on the hoof, I think. 🙂
I would certainly be able to give you a run for your money.
Yes … you often have.
Deeply insulted at having been called a silly cow.
Betsy, Mabel and Flora have a fine life!
Remember I also gave you a whistling old fashioned kettle and I think for your wedding I gave you a hammer and a saw. Hmmm perhaps I lost the plot many years ago.
Random gifts is my speciality it seems. I did give Sean a sheep camera for his 5th birthday though. Or was it a Lion?
The hammer and saw were very good, as we were doing our signwriting at the time. We probably asked for them.
I remember the kettle. I think Sean’s camera was a sheep. So you can (and do) take the credit for starting his love of photography. 🙂
Always happy to take credit for something I had very little to do with!!!!
Ah, yes, this wonderful ‘portrait’/’headshot’ … joy to see it once again.
Thanks for the comments, Shermeen. I’m glad you enjoy Sean’s photos.
Hello Brendan ..
I find this a touching portrait of a beautiful animal .. eloquently trusting.
Marya x
Hello Marya … nice to see you; I hope you’re well.
I’m glad you like the photo.
Nice to see you, too 🙂 I hope that you, Pauline and Susanna are all well.
I’m fine thank you.
I love this photo .. I’m sure that Sean would have been delighted with it. He has captured that elusive essence.