So the other day 5-year-old Emi asks me if “they” make any cows that are red.  You know, Mama, really red.

“Well, Red Angus,” I replied.  “Like Rose.  She’s Red Angus.”

(Rose is our red bum calf.)

“Rose isn’t red,” Emi replied.  “She’s orange.”

“I guess she’s about as red as cows get then,” I said.

Emi thought for a while.  Then she decided:

“Mama, I think they shouldn’t be allowed to call them Red Angus.  I think it should be Orange Angus.”

I told her we can look into it when she’s a little older.

© Tami Blake