That about sums it up, really. On my walk tonight I went and
had a chat with a bunch of heifers in a field by Mill
Lane. I saw the farmer turning them out earlier
today and, as usual, they looked happy and playful as cows always do when they’re
first turned out to pasture in the spring. All, that is, except one.
One little lady looked most discomfited. She didn’t follow
the others, bucking and frolicking across the field, but stayed mournfully by
the gate while the farmhands were clearing up and preparing to go back to the
farm. And then, when they drove off in the tractor, she tried to follow them
from the other side of the hedge. I think she wanted to go home, poor girl.
Hopefully, she’s settled into her new freedom by now. No
doubt I’ll be having plenty more communication with them as the summer comes
on, and maybe she’ll prove to be the friendly one. There’s usually one in the
herd who seems to like humans. Heaven knows why.
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