Terry the MOO travels to
Adelaide

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As a seasoned traveller, us cows have learnt to do it in style - I stayed at a very nice human (calf friendly) hotel in the Heart of Adelaide. The weather was, according to all the humans I met, very cold - one would wonder how efficient human hide is at keeping them warm.

My pet human needed to put lots of layers of clothes on to stop from going blue but I was fine - everyone knows cows are tolerant of all sorts of weather.

I found some lovely parks (it is so good to feel grass under my hooves) and the people were really friendly.

.....I chose something I was familiar with, although it was a far cry from the fresh, full cream milk I am used to from my home farm up on the Sunshine Coast ranges.

Most of the other things were strange colours, smelt funny and made me feel woozy, so I decided to give them a miss. Having four stomachs means that I absorb every last bit of what I drink, so I have learnt to mind my intake. The same could not be said for my pet human who needed a stern talking to on more than one occasion on this trip - seems he was quite partial to something made out of squashed grapes - sounds perfectly awful to me.

Humans have invented some wonderful things - one of my favourite things in our hotel room was a sort of rain trough. You take off your clothes and then, with a little twiddling of some handles in the wall, wonderfully warm rain pours out of a stickey-outey thing. There were all sorts of nice smelling slimy, foamy things to rub all over and I emerged with a shiny coat, feeling refreshed. You could also block the hole in the trough and let the warm water fill up making a lovely warm puddle.

As I hate rain getting in my ears, and after I wash my horns I cannot do a thing with them, I chose to wear a neat little hat that was amongst the presents left in the room for me. I think I could get used to this and must insist my pet human allows me to do this again.

Outside my hotel was a place people queued up to get on special cattle trucks humans call busses. We travelled to Rundle Mall which apparently is the place where most humans visit when in Adelaide.

I had to explain how to read the map to my pet human - he is so geographically disoriented but fortunately us cows have a good sense of direction and also know where to find chocolate shops - handy having a nose sensitive to dairy products sometines.

Whilst walking along Rundle Mall - sort of a big paddock where cars are not allowed to go but people are fenced in by places called shops; we came across some farm friends, seemingly fossicking around for food scraps.

We kept our distance initially as everyone knows pigs can be a bit stroppy (not like us cows who have a pleasant demeanour and are always polite).

I decided not to join these fellows for a lunch as going through the things that humans throw away is not my idea of a balanced meal. As everyone knows, cows have good diet sense.

None-the-less, it was good to catch up with some locals.

The Airplane my human and I flew on was interesting - "something blue ". I wonder if humans do not have as good colour sense as us calves because the plane and all the signs were all RED not blue. I know this because deep in my psyche, my kind are sensitive to this colour - it drives my Uncle crazy.

This red airline during our trip home sent my pet human's big bag full of clothes and presents on a holiday of it's own - isn't that nice of them. It visited Melbourne, Alice Springs and then Sydney before eventually making it home to us. I thought my pet human would have liked this but I heard him get very irate and say some very rude things to a nice lady behind the "lost luggage" counter before storming off home. Cows would never be so rude - I must remember to talk to him about his bad behaviour when he is not so tired and emotional.