The Cow Whisperer

I mean, come on!! This view is incredible, the rolling hills, the stone walls and cottage-like houses, and the Highland cows on the hill. You can't see them in this photo but trust me, they were there. I used to look out the window when the weather was changing to see if they were laying down. The Maritimer in me believes that when cows lay down, rain is coming. From my cow experiences this summer, they pretty much do what they want, when they want. Isn't that what we all want? I ran into some black and white cows (no idea their breed) while on a hike around Bisley. They stared. I started. Then they ran for home. One lone cow stood on the crest of the hill and as I walked away, I called out to say goodbye. It looked at me, mooed, then took off down the hill. We had a moment.