Okay, so it wasn't so much bulls as cows. Which made the whole thing much more funny and a lot less terrifying than I would imagine a herd of bulls would be.
Would you like to hear the story now? Yes? Okay. So, I jog. After a fashion, anyway. I manage about three tortuously slow miles three days a week. One of the reasons I'm so slow is that the road I run on goes up from the lake in a very vertical manner. This road is a gravel road near my house with very little traffic, which is fantastic, because I really don't need an audience to my suffering. Except yesterday, I did have an audience. Of the bovine variety.
See, one of the farmers on the road had moved a herd of about 40 cows into a pasture right next to the road to graze. They were all just hanging out in the corner closest to the road when I came wheezing by. This was the first time I had seen them there, and I thought it only polite to say good morning. They were all staring at me--I couldn't just run on by. I don't know if it was the fact that I spoke to them, or the fact that I was a person and they're used to people bearing corn, or the fact that I was moving at a faster pace than people normally do around them, but they all watched me approach and then they started to run with me. On their side of the fence, obviously. It was hilarious. The whole herd was just loping along with me until we reached the end of their pasture.
I'm happy to say that I was able to keep ahead of the pack. Then they crowded up against the fence and watched me until I got to my turn-around point shortly thereafter. But they didn't run back with me on my return. I guess they had decided I wasn't bearing corn after all, so what was the point in running?
That totally made my morning, though. Definitely something I never got to experience running in the city. Me and the cows, lumbering along. I imagine I look about as graceful as them when I run, so it seemed only appropriate.
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I have a great visual in my mind! Hysterical!
This is so incredibly funny! I never see anything quite that fun when I walk in my little city. I'll have to live vicariously through your blog. :)
Maybe you're a cow whisperer?
Cows are hysterical and crack me up on a daily basis it seems. They are soooo curious about everything. And those big gentle doe eyes...
That is hilarious! A couple of weeks ago when I was running (I also do a slow three miles 5 days a week) a rabbit jumped out of some bushes just in front of me, and ran along the sidewalk, so for a moment it looked like I was chasing it. And then a cat jumped out in between us and started chasing the rabbit so for another moment it looked like I was chasing a cat chasing a rabbit. Then they both bolted off into a yard, but that made my morning.
...and people wonder why I want cows. They're freaking hilarious.
Heh heh that is a funny visual sorta like a herd of horses but with cows instead. Cool.
Gotta unrelated question for you. Does the flavor of eggs change depending on the chicken's diet? I just saw eggs for sale that advertised vegetarian fed chicken at my local Safeway which got me to thinking about flavor.
Tami--Yes, a chicken's diet can affect the taste of the eggs, and the meat. I highly doubt you would be able to tell the difference in supermarket chicken eggs, though. Those chickens are mostly raised all the same, with maybe a small difference like vegetarian feed or a tiny yard so they can be labeled "free range."
Also, chickens shouldn't actually be vegetarian. If they're allowed to roam, they will naturally eat bugs, which I guess makes them a little carnivorous. If they were actually vegetarian chickens, that would mean they were never given access to the outside. And that's not so good.
OMG! I am laughing hysterically....running with the cows! How great is that? I am jealous and cannot wait to live in the country again. Cows are quite special, aren't they....you must be, too!
That is AWESOME! That would have made my day, too. The closest experience I've had is running alongside the bus as it takes off from the stop downtown. Not nearly as exciting. And you know those people inside are making fun of me due to my slowness.
Just another reason for me to love cows. They're the sweetest things.
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