I take a lot of pictures. I take even more than I used to since starting my life as a full time traveler/adventurer. One subject I can’t seem to resist are cows. Cows fascinate me. I don’t know much about them but I love looking into their big brown eyes and wondering what they’re thinking about me.
We’ve met quite a few of them in places we’ve visited. While we visited friends in Virginia, we stayed at a campground that was directly next to a large herd of dairy cattle. While I was fascinated watching their behavior, they seem fascinated in mine. These two seemed to wonder about me and were communicating their thoughts nonverbally.
Another time while looking for some elusive bird near the Rio Grande in TX, we came across a loose herd of cattle that looked like they belonged in Mexico. In my cautious thoughts, they looked like they would like to gore us with one of those sharp horns. To Sam, they were just in the way and kept walking to his destination.
Near Anuhauac National Wildlife Refuge in southern Texas, we came across herd after herd while looking for the rare Whooping Crane. In one of the herds, I noticed several of the cattle had clown looking markings. One bovine beauty appeared to have white eyebrows that she wanted to hide from me……or maybe she was just shy.
Driving through Oregon the last few days took us on some lesser traveled scenic byways. Being spring, there were lots of newborns running and playing. Since our rig is strange looking with 4 boats and 2 bikes loaded on a car pulling a trailer, we got lots of stares from the sidelines.
If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care, then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman; it would be, I think, an American cow. ~William Lyon Phelps