Saturday was a gorgeous evening, and Tim suggested that we take a bike ride during the sunset. Once he’d suggested it, putting in the movie we’d rented just seemed lame, and off we went. (Sunset = around 21:30) The sun was sinking below the trees and we headed for a long straight path near some farms, where we thought the view would be spectacular. And it was: the cows were going home.
Separated from the bike path by just a low-strung wire, a herd of cows was moving along slowly, in an orderly fashion, to somewhere, led by I don’t know what. They just knew where they were going. And they were talking about it, too. I did not appreciate how loud cows can be when they are close by.