They look super small and far away in these photos but seem much closer in real life. I guess that's because the zoom lens in our eyeballs is better than the one in our Nikon...They're good neighbours, the cows. It's really nice when the windows are open to hear the occasional moo. It makes us feel like we're out in the country, when really we are just a 10 minute drive from the middle of the city. It's strangely comforting. Usually.
Two weeks ago it was extremely unsettling. Something was wrong with the cows. They were mooing like mad. Constant, agonising mooing. Our windows were shut but still we could hear them up there all evening and into the night. Our radio alarm clock went off in the morning and still we heard mooing. This went on for 2 or 3 days. We had no idea what had gotten into the cows. I asked my neighbour about it - she too had wondered what the heck was up with the cows. She had asked another neighbour, and this neighbour had a theory: the farmer may have taken the weened calves away from their mothers. The mama cows were crying for their babies.
Granted, I'm in a fragile state right now, but this struck me as quite possibly the saddest thing I had ever heard. Or at least, the saddest thing I'd ever heard about cows. Those poor mama cows, crying out in agony for their calves, filling the valley with their mournful moos.
Of course, they got over it in like 3 days, so maybe we don't have to feel too, too bad for them...
Happy mother's day :-)
ugh... that is sad.
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