Cows - The Truth.

Recently in the last year I’ve noticed a strange lure, if you will call it that….to cows.
I’ve bought slippers, numerous pyjamas, a mug set, cow teddies for the car, a hot water bottle, and ornaments for the house, I even nicknamed the dog, Moo Moo. This is not a love that some weird randy guy has for sheep or goats. The only explanation I can give is after years of repressed anger for our farmer’s friends, I’ve unknown to myself giving up and expressed much more of a gentle, kinder nature to them.
The story goes back to when I was 10 years old. It was just your typical Sunday afternoon picking blackberries, daffodils’, snowdrops or wild mushrooms. Being the season that it was we decided on that day to pick mushrooms. I happily went along with my sisters, brother, cousin, aunt and uncle on that day.
On arrival at one of our local farmer’s fields, I noticed a strange, hefty figure lurking at the bottom of the field, no other than a bull. His eyes were fixated on me, sensing my fear, how vulnerable I was. Both he and I knew that he could easily throw me around like some cheap rag doll. I froze, my limbs locked. The rest of the group had walked on, totally unaware of the potential danger and like any stupid person I ran. Running NEVER helps the situation, we all know it only makes it worst. Fortunately my uncle heard my tears of fear and of course the fact that a mammoth of a bull was running for me. He grabbed me, flung me back over the gate and out of harms way.
Understandably, it’s obvious to say why I never ‘felt the love’ but as they say “times a healer” and after 12 years I’ve let the past be the past and have welcomed cows into my lives once again.