I’ve mentioned before that my parents (and therefore, I) live along a river out in the middle of nowhere. We have neighbors and stuff, but it’s fairly rural — the other side of the river is a nature preserve and there are three houses with horses and one with cows within a mile of our house.
I’d like to talk to you about the cows.
I’m pretty sure these are beef cows because they’re black. (And now that I say this, I’ve only presumed this because I think of the black and white ones as milk cows, but that’s pretty ridiculous. Anyone want to google fu this for me?) There were three but lately I’ve only noticed two (reinforcing my theory) and it’s the way these cows interact with each other that has captured my interest.
You see, they don’t just lollygag around the pasture. Oh no. These cows hang out.
Some days they’ll be standing a couple feet apart, heads pointing at each other, CLEARLY having a deep discussion about the state of the economy in Michigan or the latest shenanigans of some Hollywood tartlet. Other days I’ve driven by and they’re lying next to each other. What really struck me was the day one was resting its head on the other’s neck.
So sweet. They’re totally in love.
Now I imagine their conversations in a completely different light. She complements his fly-swatting technique, and he thanks her by swatting the flies of her hindquarters. He tells her that her ear tag really brings out the black in her eyes, and she… well… I don’t know. What’s the appropriate response for that? She flicks a cow patty his way? Men like to eat, right? 😉
I’ve tried to get a picture but every time I’m ready they’re nowhere near the road — it’s always the days I’m running late or it’s raining that they’re flaunting their love.
Have you noticed affection in an unusual place lately? And please no stories of your pets fornicating. 🙂