Cows are good for the soul.
I find that, after a trying morning in the office, a walk through Cambridge is a good way to clear my head. I can quickly get down to the river, over the old footbridge, and then walk along through Midsummer Common accompanied by the free roaming cattle.
They're gentle creatures, and I can almost feel my blood pressure dropping as we stroll together. There's not that many of them, by they seem to gravitate towards me. Perhaps I look like a sucker, a kind fella who'll give them some kind of tasty snack? Or maybe they see me as some kind of bull-headed kindred spirit?
I no more know that than I know who owns them. I assume it's a local farmer, exercising his right to use common land for grazing cattle, but I'm really not certain.
It's possible they're not owned by anyone but themselves?
In fact, they're an enigmatic bunch. Perhaps they're nomadic cattle, late of the Serengeti, electing to eke out their bovine existence on the windswept plains of Eastern England? They probably moved in when nobody was looking, and let everyone assume that, as cattle, they must be someone else's property. And problem.
I try to engage them in conversation in a variety of languages, but they refuse to acknowledge me or answer my simplest questions.
So I can't be sure.
But as I turn to head back to the office, I think I hear one of them talking on a cellphone in Russian.
And I can't find my wallet.
Captain's Blog - Supplemental
For those who missed it, I invite you to share in my giddiness and check out the good news in my previous entry. Thank you.
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Cattle photo blatantly stolen from Animal Photos