Yaks? Huh. Only in Alaska for sure =)
Oh, my! Actually some of the kids' friends have yaks though. Only a couple.... lol
Well, Kelly, maybe in Thailand or someplace... :)Marianne, there are some yak and/or musk ox farms in those parts. They're raised for their hair.
We have yaks here in Oregon. Hand spinners like their fiber. To each his own, I say.
I could see where yaks would thrive in Oregon's environment, Tewshooz. Takes all kinds of folks with all kinds of hobbies, doesn't it?
That'd be a double take... :-) And have me wondering 'what' was in the coffee that morning!
I concur, NFO. Have a little coffee with your Irish cream?
Yakkity-Yak. (Don't talk back!)
LOL Murphy's Law If you can remember the Coasters.You must have a few years under your belt too.
I like seeing my Yak, next to my potatoes & gravy.
Rev. Paul,Reminds me of Texas when the steer were running down the highway. This happens often!
ML, that one's probably before your time, but 1000 internet points for the reference. Griz, I haven't been offered yak; not sure I'd want to.Sandy, back in Missouri I frequently had to stop to shoo cattle off the road. Wasn't unusual there, either.
Isn't a yak just a steer from the Far East?(I know, don't talk back!)gfa
Steak, yeah baby.
Guffaw - ain't exactly like a steer, my friend.Stephen - if you want it, go for it. :)
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