at the present moment i have a 3 day old kid (his name is chicken as when he lays on the ground he greatly resembles a trussed chicken) resting in my lap–he hasn’t been doing well so he is in the house warming up and currently in a little milk-coma after a stomach tube feeding. but thats not what i’m here to type about–i’m here to type about cows today.
a few days ago i needed some extra quiet after lunch, so i went out to “check on the cows” on my own and ended up spending about an hour in a beautiful still silence with them. the heard is mostly black angus and around 45 or so head. upon my arrival i abandoned the truck and slowly moved down the hill towards the little creek. after a few moments i realized that i was being followed by the entire heard of cows. slowly i turned around and crouched down, willing the cows to come forward–to be closer.
after just a few moments they all took a collective yet ginger step towards me–heads down, carefully watching me with their big beautiful eyes. it was cold enough that i could see our breath–and we were all close enough that when we all breathed out together it looked like one collective sigh.
and then, coming into stillness, i waited. my breath became very shallow and i did my best to not move a single muscle–even blinking quite slowly.
finally one cow came forward. she did not hesitate once she made up her mind but boldly/gently came right up to me–sniffed at my hat–and moved her head so she could look into my eyes with one of her large brown eyes.
i noticed the length of her eyelashes.
saw my reflection in her eye.
and gently reached out a finger to stroke her cheek.
he let me do this twice before she took one step back–just enough to say “okay, that is enough for now.”
this is when i noticed her tag–4-25
of course we are linked–we share a birthday.
this morning intern-m and i went back out to the cows to replace the kelp and salt in their special feeder. after mixing and filling the trough we stayed crouched down and held out our hands full of kelp and salt, willing the cows to eat from our hands.
while our venture was unsuccessful in that no one came up to eat out of our hands, we were successful in that they came up very close to us. at one point i had a big cow nose in my side–sniffing me–probably wondering what kind of odd cow i am. there was also a moment when one brave young calf licked my wrist–totally missing the kelp/salt mix in my hand.
the cows are perhaps my favorite.