I’ve mentioned before that I have a thing for cows, right?
I know I’ve also mentioned that cows tend to get a little freaked out when you stop to say hello.
I mean, think about it. Day in and day out, cars, trucks and motorcycles rumble past. Every now and then, if the weather is nice, someone might stick their head out of a window and yell, “Moo!” Or a motorcyclist might honk as they motor past. But most people don’t stop.
Of course, I’m not most people.
The way cows do react when you stop cracks me up.
I haven’t “mooed” or anything. I just stopped my car, got out, and stepped over to the fence to take a picture or two. It was such a pretty day, I couldn’t resist. At least three of the cows and both horses are watching me closely. If you click on the picture, you’ll see a larger image.
That black cow in the center of the frame was definitely the more curious of the lot.
Her mostly white friend was also watching me pretty closely. I wasn’t waving or doing anything menacing. I didn’t even moo. (I’d have no idea what I was saying if I did moo.) I was just snapping a few pictures.
I couldn’t stand beside the field all day, so I snapped one more photo of the curious cows before leaving.
I snapped that last picture from the car. The cow was pretty and I like the red barn in the background, too.
That was the last cow photo of the day. After that, it was on to Hawk Mountain. I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow.