| Story ID: | 7475 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2011 |
| Person: | Lone Cow |
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| Story ID: | 7475 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2011 |
| Person: | Lone Cow |
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My balcony, my patio or my deck, they all have magic. I’ve lived in many places and they are the best rooms of any house or apartment. They are where it all happens. We live in a second floor apartment now. Ginny and I sit on our balcony overlooking a pasture with forty head of cattle. We watch the hawks, ospreys, the occasional fox and heron searching for food in the irrigation canal or fields, but mostly we watch the cows. They’re quite entertaining. The young calves play like kittens as they run about the trodden grass, butting or chasing each other around. One evening, the cows were all on the far left side of the pasture. A few stood cooling themselves in the refreshing waters of the canal. One cow broke from the herd and headed past our balcony toward the right side of the pasture. She strolled slowly along, in no hurry to reach the other side. A cow that had been close to her, looked up, saw her plodding away and followed. Another followed that one. More and more cows noticed the others leaving and they too joined the slow migration. It a matter of minutes, it became a small stampede, as the rest of the herd joined the bovine parade. Those left behind, rushed to catch up. The calves ran while the older cows did a hurried walk, kicking up clouds of dust. Fifteen minutes later, the herd grazed quietly on the far right of the pasture. What made one cow decide to move and the rest to follow remains a mystery. I first thought the farmer had a way of calling them, but that wasn’t so. On the far left, where the action all began, one cow remained. It calmly munched the grass without concern for the others. It was content with the grass on her side of the field. I thought to myself, I’m like that cow. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd. I was mostly a loner and did what I felt like and not what the rest did. I’m independent. I’m my own person. I’m the lone cow. Michael T. Smith |