A couple of good runs this weekend, but once again, cows have stolen the show. I remember once being quietly captivated by a programme called The Private Life of Cows. The suggestion was that cows are intelligent. More recently, Daisy has proved this to be more than accurate. It was the calves on Saturday that grabbed attention. Their instinctive curiosity, watching, eyes and noses following, but never quite getting close enough despite enthusiastic encouragement. And then today it was cows and their horns, those horns that threaten to do a full 180 and turn back on themselves. Why do they all point in the same direction, munching away...and what happens when they get to the end of the field? Perhaps it's the inner child, but I could have watched all day.
Got to keep running.
