is a voluntary organisation dedicated to the appreciation and protection of all things bovine. The Circle welcomes and will publish articles, poetry, short stories, pictures and just about anything else that pleases the committee be it bovine or non bovine in nature. Membership is free, but can only be obtained through submission of one or more interesting articles etc. Note: Ovine material is strictly baaed and submission of such will result in instant excommunication of the offending sheep lover.

How it all began

In the year 1801 BC the entire continents of Europe, the Americas, Asia and Africa were dominated by the bovine species. World power was held in the hooves of King Cudmuncher III. The King was wild of spirit, partial to fermented grass and the occasional puff on dried wheat. It was this one weakness that was to bring the fall of the greatest civilisation of all time.

Return of the King

The crowning glory of the Bovine empire was the discovery of space flight. And thus doom began. The King being a natural leader of the herd was to make the first test flight, a simple orbit of the Earth. However, due to a misfunction, it is not known whether this was due to an electrical fault or an overdose of cud, the ship span out of control and was last seen heading towards betelgeuse. From then on the bovine race has been awaiting the return of their King, scheduled forthe end of the second millenium, disguised as dumb quadrapeds. On the glorious day of his return they shall rise again....

How to reach us

Drop your mail, stories, poems etc to:

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The Weekly Moos

Welcome to the Circle of Moo!! This is our first week on the web and as such we are offering free membership to everyone for a limited period of ten days. To take advantage of this offer email us at the address above and tell us why in no less than fifty words you would like to become a member of the slowest growing fellowship in the world.

Forthcoming Events

The High Priest of Moo is off to Italy tomorrow to look for alpine cows with elongated hooves they use to ski on. He will be back on Monday so do not dispair. This site will be completed soon. A new feature will be a news page for each and every fully signed up member of the circle on which they can print any news or messages they like. This will be completed on the return of the High Priest.
Also the Cowfish is off on his travels tomorrow including Australia, New Zealand and Nepal so we wish him luck and look forward to hearing of his bovine experiences
See you all soon, keep checking this site as now that it is up and running the growth of services is limitless Love you all The High Priest back to top of page

Wifey - a cow profile

New member McCud has not yet found time to chew on the MooPage, but we are already counting her contributions. A hill farmer by birth, she abandoned the northern breeze for pastures new - but were they greener? She tells of her pet cow Wifey, a Highland Shorthorn, shockingly decked out in brown and white. McCud was a wee three still wet on her mother's knee when Wifey was dropped onto the fresh turf still glistening from waters broken. It was a smooth delivery, and it was not long before the calf had reached a state of wisdom the child Anne could not hope to match, even if she had ruminated for one hundred years. As we know, the superior design of the bovine organism allows it to outperform its human counterparts even at an early age. McCud recalls how, despite the cow's name, "Wifey was like a Mother to me." After 12 years of ferment and flatulence, the fields fertilised, the flies flicked, the herd could stand their fecund friend no more; but rather than be sent to the slaughter house, Wifey, hooving the footprints of Socrates, ate Hemlock, and died soon after of cancer. Could any cow entertain a nobler end? Wifey, relieved of the weight of her earthly udders, now frolicks in the fields of the Great Dairy Farm in the Sky. In an unprecedented step, The Circle of Moo proposes to hold a special seance to contact the spirit of Wifey, who, it is hoped, will tell us just what it is like up there, and hopefully inform us of the exact whereabouts of the incumbent reincarnate of King Cudmuncher III. A more detailed biography of Wifey will be posted on this page soon by Moo member McCud.
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The Great Wilderbeast Migration

Welcome to the Circle of Moo!! interactive play
This play is freeform and open to all contributions - the more contributions the greater the depth of the play. Feel free to enter characters (your own - you write the dialogue as YOU think the scene dictates - or sketches to be written by others), scenes, ideas, hints, suggestions or just your support. Please send your contributions as all, but the most ludicrous, will be included. Remember this is our play and there is no totalitarian control even from the High Priest himself. The Storyline
Every year a migration of millions of wilderbeast takes place in Africa. They move in a ? direction until they reach the River ? where there numbers build until those at the front are forced to hurl themselves into the crocodile infested waters or be trampled to death by their own numbers. In this play a couple of unlikely customers take it into their heads to save a number of wilderbeast and take them to London through the channel tunnel. That is the backdrop but the script is allowed to take place elsewhere and concern greatly different themes - suggestions please as my creative juices just ran out of my ear. Email suggestions to