bloody trick cows...
out hiking with a friend in txindoki on friday... on the way back down friend suggests i take a photo of some cows that had taken up residence on the track... suspected that friend was taking the piss after an earlier conversation in which i'd recounted my theory that despite docile, cud chewing appearances, cows are in fact highly intelligent and probably contemplating the big issues, does god exist? what is my purpose here on earth? how can i reduce my carbon footprint? etc etc...
i nervously approached the nearest cow (they're bloody huge you know) who regarded me impassively...
"she's got very big horns" i said
"all cows have horns" retorted friend...
apparently friend was going to make this as difficult as possible, thank god for zoom lenses... click!
i turned to find some more photogenic specimens in the herd, when suddenly....
"holy fuck friend!" i said "wtf is that one over there?" click!
"well it looks like a toro" he replied cautiously...
oh my god... oh my god... oh. my. god. i'm going to die up here on this mountain... it's a fucking bull... and it's black... wtf is a fucking bull doing up here on the mountain... i've seen all those macabre photos on tv of people getting gored... isn't it illegal to let them wander loose... maybe it escaped... oh fuck, it's in the middle of the trail, how are we going to get down? thank god i'm not wearing red... do you think i can defend myself with my walking stick? oh. my. god...
friend didn't seem as shattered as me, just quietly cautious...
pull yourself together girl, what are the chances of meeting a real, live toro of the bullfighting variety up here in txindoki?? they breed them in andalucia for gods sake... maybe it escaped and headed for the hills??
friend started moving quietly in the direction we needed to go, skirting around the back of the bull... i followed, wondering if a distance of several kilometres between us and it might be better than the couple of metres currently at our disposal... the bull ignored us... we continued walking... and the bull studiously ignored us... safely on the other side we turned back for another look...
click!
bloody trick cows... they're probably still rolling around up there on the mountain pissing themselves laughing at me..
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4 whaddayareckon:
Tricky animals, cows...
Reminds me of a time we were out walking in the country and saw an owl in the distance, perched on the fence post of an isolated cottage.
Snap! First photo, and then we moved cautiously forwards. Snap! Second photo, and move a little closer. Snap! And so on, until we got close enough to see it was a stone garden ornament, and hoped there had been no-one in the house to piss themselves laughing at us...
To steal your compatriot's catchphrase... Those aren't trick cows! THESE are trick cows!
Sounds exciting. I'd quite likely freak out if I found myself in a pasture with a bull, too. Before setting foot in Iberia, I'd seen enough Bugs Bunny to be worried.
That was wonderful!
pg: maybe (if there was someone in the house) they thought you were garden ornament aficionados who had just found a particularly interesting specimen!
erik: umm, yes, i don't really know what to say about those other lsd cows..
fly: thank you! let's just say that hiking with me is never dull!
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