Cows 🐮

In between writing, I spend an inordinate amount of time watching the cows move from one field to another, interact, raise their babies and search for that ever elusive perfect blade of grass.

Yesterday was a perfect example. They were as usual playing hide the babies, and as we started watching, one of the babies was zapped with energy and burst out of cover, ran around kicking up his heels and then ran back to a dead stop. He then peeked out from under his mother as if to say, “no one saw that, right?”

It is a wonder with all this distraction that I get any writing done at all.