Cows are here.
I have new neighbors*, and they are cows. Their job seems to be to eat and hang out and get a lot of attention.
How disgustingly human of me to call that a job!
I am told they used to be in this field all the time, but this is the first they've been here since I arrived. Another neighbor (human kind) told me that a previous bunch got scared by some Halloween fireworks a couple years ago and ran away. Someone else told me that they were "bold" (which means naughty in this country) and made an escape. Either way, I'm not sure why they couldn't just be put back once found. Feels like someone should have known that I would like to see them.
They are highland cows, purportedly here to chomp on the grass and improve the area's biodiversity... but something else I read says they are maybe actually in this field to serve as an ADVERTISEMENT for the BEEF company for the guy who OWNS them. How disgustingly human to own another!
The first day the cows arrived, it was pouring rain, but I went out to get eyes on them anyway. They were huge but too far away for a good look. I projected onto them that they were cold and miserable in this new, scary place. Their previous field probably had completely different grass and things to look at. And probably everyone talked different and also they already knew them from improv stuff.
The next day the cows were closer to the fence, and I got the above photo of them. This is the first good photo I've ever taken, and don't tell me if it's not.
By day three, after I asked him if he thinks the cows will ever get grey hairs, John said you're really talking a lot about the cows.
And this week, on day 15, I pulled up photos of the cows to show to people I'd just met at a networking event. I wish I could say it was apropos of the conversation, but I don't think it was. They were very nice about it, as you all are probably being right now.
I am no longer envious of the cows. I am their mom. Mama bear? No, mama cow. (It is 2am).
I see them every time I leave my apartment, and they remind me that life can be simple (if you are a cow and don't know about wars and things).
I cannot currently take on the fact that they may be slaughtered down the line, and instead will be thinking about the possibility that they might soon have a baby cow, which has happened before, per human neighbor. Wouldn't that be nice!
*I am fundamentally opposed to asterisk jokes, so I am not doing that, rest assured. (If you can't find a way to include it, cut it!!! Pass this on to all the so-called comedians who write books.) I am here to ask a question. I changed my computer to remind me to spell things the Irish way, so 'neighbors' is underlined in red up there, but I'm struggling to write 'neighbours' and 'rumour.' Would you guys hate me if I did that? Comment below.
