Thursday 22 September 2011

Holy cow, that's not a cow!

Me and hubby went sloe picking. It almost didn't happen. We had to cross a field with a herd of cows in them. Anyone who knows me well, will know that I am not comfortable around animals. I'm a real city girl, who has never had a pet.
Now cows are big, and they take notice of you, and come over to investigate. So we started walking across the field, no problem. Then we got close to a mother and calf, and one of the cows (without udders) got twitchy. It was at that point I realised that there were bulls in the herd. This huge black fella started gambolling over to us, snorting through its nose, warning us away from mum and baby. We turned and started back to the gate fast. Ruddy hell, it was so far away! I had visions of being trampled underfoot, and my heart was beating so hard and fast it made me feel sick.
We got out, and it was my hubby who was nearly sick from laughing so hard. You can go off people very quickly!!!!!!!!!!!!

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