A Bucolic Adventure
Its hard to believe another week has gone by. A week or so ago, I happened upon a beautiful day and realized that I needed to take advantage of the last gasps of fall. I laced up my running shoes, blissfully unaware of the local wildlife about to be introduced in my life and with my ponytail bouncing, set off down the road paved with golden leaves and lined with trees gently guiding me on. However, my intrepid nature decided it was time to bud, even though I tried unsuccessfully to explain that it had its seasons wrong. This was autumn, not spring…
But adventure won out and I took the road less traveled by; on a trail that led over the hill and through the woods… but, unfortunately, to my grandmother’s house I did not go. She must have had something to do with this though because I know of absolutely no one else with such an unfailing and, lets be honest, unrequited love of cows. This road less traveled by wound around and through the little gate shown in the picture above, at which point I looked up and realized I was in the middle of a cow pasture, complete with cow pies and adorable baby calf’s suckling on their mothers. Of course, channeling my mother (generational influences here??), I had to pull out my camera, which for some inexplicable reason I had thought imperative to bring on my run.
One of the cute calves became interested in me and came closer to investigate this strange person with an odd contraption in her hands. I obligingly moved closer to this little one as well to say hello. Just as I was getting closer to take a better picture, the mother decided that she had had quite enough of my presence. Sidling up next to me, she bumped my back, a little nudge and the look in her eyes blatantly saying, “No more pictures, woman”. As I started to back away, she started to follow me, increasing speed as I increased speed, racing me toward the end of the pasture. Luckily, she felt I had been sufficiently scared me off after about 30 ft, and let me run unassisted to the gate and over and out of the field. Definitely the first of many such bucolic adventures that I believe are in store for me this next year!!!
I must say that I thought this story hilarious and subsequently repeated it to all my English (and non-English friends) until one of them looked at me and said, ” You know, we had three people die last year because of cows… I myself had a dangerous run in with some sheep the other day. You should probably be a bit more careful.” I have yet to go back to the cow pasture, but I did spot some sheep….I might try them out!
Signing off for now. However I will be posting again tomorrow (or later today) because I need to make sure you all, REMEMBER, REMEMBER the 5th of NOVEMBER!!!