From Achnalea

I'm off to the first New Zealand Highland Cattle Winter Show 2000. Boy, am I sick of being dragged around on the end of a rope.  Pulled and pushed and combed every day.   What's wrong with a few knots, all my ancestors had them.

Surprise for all

Now look at me, all my own doing.  I came First in my class. Carefully ran my horns through ever part of my hair, licked my hooves and polished them clean with my nose.   Even held my tail up when I went to the, well you know, and followed my Grandma Gail like a lamb. I even smiled at the Judge, although I don't think he saw me through my lovely fringe.

Proud Mum

Very good Achnalea but I'm getting bored with all these Photos.