Silly city people.?ÿ Those aren't cow eggs.?ÿ Those are bull testicles.
There is an old story about a grandpa living on a farm educating his young citified grandson.?ÿ The grandson sees some cantaloupes in the garden and asks what they are.?ÿ Grandpa explains they are mule eggs.?ÿ To prove it he pulls one off the vine then throws it down a small hill into a small area of bushes.?ÿ When it hits, a jackrabbit come running out of the bushes.
The kids playing on the pipe brought back a fond memory from my childhood.?ÿ
My brother and I use to spend our summers on my uncle's South Texas cotton farm in the Rio Grande valley.?ÿ Summers down there are as brutally hot as they are boring.?ÿ One of highlights of a long day playing outdoors (there wasn't a shade tree in Hidalgo Co. at that time) was when we would see my uncle from a half mile away firing up the engines at several of his irrigation pumps.?ÿ All us kids would head for the usually bone-dry irrigation pond.
Exiting the ground was a 10" or 12" steel discharge pipe.?ÿ It extended out over the pond to the point the pipe would be ten feet or so above the bottom of the pond.?ÿ My cousins and I would scamper out onto the pipe and ride it like a pony.?ÿ This was difficult at times because a steel pipe in the summer sun can get damned hot.?ÿ It was hard to just sit there.
In short order the pipe would begin the shudder, shake and groan.?ÿ Then like magic the cold water would explode from the pipe to fill the pond.?ÿ The temperature of the pipe would drop suddenly and get cold.?ÿ This was a real treat for kids that lived and slept in a house that had no AC.?ÿ There was nothing more fun than hanging on to an ice cold pipe and then dropping into the cold irrigation pond.?ÿ It made summers almost tolerable.?ÿ 😉
@holy-cow the ??cow eggs? can??t be right, they gotta be way bigger ??n that.
I probably shouldn't brag.....................but...........................mine are.
