Let’s talk about cows. I know that’s probably a strange first sentence to an SL blog, but I promise it will all make sense soon. Or, well. To me, anyway. I can’t promise it will make sense to you. But give me a try!
In RL I live not far from a ranch. And every year, right around my birthday in late February, there are newborn calves. Our second year here, my husband mistakenly called them “mooborns” as a joke, and I squealed in delight. Now “mooborn” season is highly anticipated by all. Or at least by me, and possibly … Read more at the source.