Excitement does not exactly define life here. There was excitement and adventure in my past. Enlistment in the Marines was an adventure, especially boot camp. Travels also provided adventures which are now remembered fondly.
Life emanating out of The Little House is more a matter of small pleasures. Venturing out to do some hand spraying of thistles near the corn put me in proximity to the pasture. Cattle are very observant which comes instinctually to them because, despite their size, they are prey species. They also learn to recognize that humans often mean good things, like feed. So, while distant in the pasture, they immediately noted my presence. Much of the herd meandered over to visit me as I sprayed along the pasture fence. While some of the herd dallied in the water others were curious about me so they came and watched. They made Kaia nervous so she stayed close. Encounter with these gentle bovines always makes me glad. I'm also glad that I'm long past milking cows by hand.
Takk for alt,
Al
Here are the friendly cattle checking me out. Some are loafing in the water in the background. Note the fence wire at the bottom of the picture.
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