Comments on: The triumph of Evil Cow

By: Moon Over Martinborough

Moon Over Martinborough — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 14:07:09 +0000

There's an article about him in the 'Wairarapa Times Age' here: Fallen giants turned inside out. Perhaps the newspaper could help you get in touch with him?

By: Kevin D"Amelio

Kevin D"Amelio — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 18:52:42 +0000

Hi’ Can you help me? I am trying to find a man in Carterton. His name is Terry Schischka. He is a bowl maker. There are provlems with finding him even in these electronic age. I came across your blog while looking for him. It is wonderful. I am in Seattle WA USA. I will follow you. Thank you in advance. Kevin D’Amelio

By: Moon Over Martinborough

Moon Over Martinborough — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 08:18:04 +0000

I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same cow, reincarnated to cause pain and suffering for humans — and keep them in ‘udder’ terror! (Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.)

By: Rachel

Rachel — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:18:29 +0000

LOL @ evil cow!
I wonder if it was the same evil cow that tried to push my little car off the edge of a steep dirt road a few years back. Fortunately a small Mitsubishi can outrun an angry cow. It also turns out utter terror can turn anyone into quite the rally driver.

By: Moon Over Martinborough

Moon Over Martinborough — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 14:31:46 +0000

That’s hilarious.

By: Crystal

Crystal — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 12:31:53 +0000

I grew up on a farm that was dairy until I was four and then beef after that. As you walked out of the milk house and into the barn, there was a long, straight aisle with the cows in staunchions on either side. First on the right was Goldie, so named because of her golden, Jersey hide. Second on the right was a Holstein, Nasty. Nasty was so named because of her general attitude. (Although I was only four, I still remember her shaking her head at us as we scampered as quickly as we could past her staunchion.) As kids, we named the animals. As farmer’s kids, we ate the animals we named. Mom and Dad tell me and my sisters that for years (thanks to the imperfect concept of time and freezer use-by dates children have) anytime it looked like we were going to balk at eating beef, all they had to do was tell us it was Nasty and we plugged right in.

By: Moon Over Martinborough

Moon Over Martinborough — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 01:51:13 +0000

She didn’t go down without a fight!

By: The Mad Scorpion

The Mad Scorpion — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 01:09:15 +0000

I love Evil Cow. Or the memory of it at least…

By: Carolyn Green

Carolyn Green — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 22:29:48 +0000

Many thanks for visiting my blog.
Always lovely to discover a new blog and I enjoyed my visit to yours.
Sorry your partner hurt his ribs, herding EvilCow.

We have some olive trees too, quite a lovely thing harvesting them and getting your own olives and oil from them.

Happy week
Carolyn

By: Moon Over Martinborough

Moon Over Martinborough — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 17:07:37 +0000

There’s a bunch of cattle up the road that chase me when I go jogging by. Fortunately they’re behind a fence!