May 2016
The old people tell me that when the cows are eating, the fish are biting.
I have no idea how they know this, or even if it is true. In fact, I don't know anything about cows, except that I love to eat a well cooked Ribeye or smoked brisket. Still, there is something to be said for the life of a herd of cows. They tend to stick together as a herd, but calves exempted, do spread out for the most part during the day. Perhaps like most of us, at times, they need their space. Ironically, they don't seem to mind being fenced in a pasture of relative small space.
If you watch a herd of cows feeding, its amazing. They seem to graze into the wind. All of them move in synchronous at the same direction. One would think that they are employing the "strength in numbers" theory to ensure their safety. I guess they don't realize that's what the fence is for - to protect them from predators.
When they are not eating, cows are content to just lie down and chew their cud. This fascinates me and to be honest, I'm a bit envious. My worst fear in life is that one day I'm going to wake up with NOTHING to do. The thought of that is terrorizing. And yet, sometimes I wish I could just sit down and do nothing. Just concentrate and meditate on something inanimate and insignificant. Just sit there and relax. Don't think about ANYTHING. As I get older, I have developed more patience for things. But sitting still - well, that is very hard for Pants to do.
Hwy 219, somewhere near Marlinton, West Virginia. Taking a few minutes to study my bovine friends, and try to think about .... nothing.