Today we took the rowboat out, and rowed across the lake. Nobody lives on the other side. Beyond the trees is a meadow, where the cows from a nearby farm often come to graze.
For quite awhile we were alone, enjoying the view of trees and sky, the silence of the day, the ripples that crisscrossed in ever-changing patterns across the surface of the lake.
Then the cows found us.
And they were completely fascinated. I don’t know whether it was because the farmer gives them treats (and so they expect the same from any humans) or just because they were hungry for bipedal company, but they couldn’t get enough of us.
More and more cows showed up, and soon we were nearly surrounded. They were all gazing up at us with big brown eyes, sniffing at us, and generally acting as though we were the headliner act in whatever is the bovine equivalent of a rock concert.
As we walked back to our rowboat, they followed en masse, keeping pace with us at every step. At last we got in the boat, and the cows looked on sadly as our little craft drifted slowly away from shore.
Or at least I’d like to think they were looking on sadly. I’m not really certain. The picture above shows the cows watching us depart. Maybe you can figure it out.