Holy Cows!

In Westport for Thanksgiving, I decided to take a stroll on my own with the camera with the purpose of catching some great tree shots for the desktop wallpaper. (The colours up here are amazing!) Instead, I happened upon a herd of cows grazing and crossing the road.

Choosing the right cow to approach and pet proved more difficult than I'd imagined. At first I felt like the M.C. that just announced the buffet was cancelled after the Bingo tournament. A dozen cows staring you down can be unnerving to a city-kid.

Do I choose the wary cow that hasn't taken it's eyes off me while the others now intermittently graze? No, it's officially gotten old & creepy. Besides there's a gallon of snot dripping from it's gigantic nostrils. Pass.

How about Mrs. Late-to-the-Party Cow? Her feet are all covered in a thick layer of what I hope is just mud. Maybe not. I like my clothes manure-free.

The Horny Cow helps me decide to just stick to photos and then move on. This cow has been trying frequently to mount so many of the others that I witness it trying it backwards, hopping on the head of another poor cow (see photo).

I suppose this aggressive approach to spontaneous and foreplay-free oral servicing isn't all that uncommon... but I hadn't yet seen it in the animal kingdom. I'd rather not be a grisly statistic in the database of poor souls who've been accidentally killed by bovine attackers just looking for love in all the wrong places.