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The Girlz
Sunday, 1:52 pm
By Kate
Sep
23
2007
J called me this morning to say that she was sick, sick, sick. She sounded it. Our trip to the New Hampshire mountains to see the Highland Games sadly had to be postponed until next year. (Feel better J!) Since I was already up at that inhumanely early hour, I decided to do something I haven’t done in a long time—go take pictures.
Taking off with the camera in the seat beside me, I wondered what to take pictures of. Usually, when I’m out and about without my camera, I see a dozen shots I’d like to take. Today, I wanted to manufacture a shot. Doesn’t work that way sometimes. So, I went up the road a couple of miles to the state park. Thought there might be something interesting up there. I didn’t see much besides a parking lot full of SUVs, so I turned down a side road to turn around. And there they were!
COWS! I love cows!
This is a really pretty pastoral scene that one doesn’t often find on the seacoast. The little white specks in the background are cows. Not very many, but more than one counts as cows. I had to go see them.
I drove up a few hundred feet and parked on the side of the road. These young ladies were mildly curious, especially the one on the left. When I shot this picture, she had already taken the first tentative steps in my direction. But then she stopped and looked away.
I called out to them..."Hi cows. Over here!” They looked in my direction, but didn’t move. Well shoot. I slapped my hand on the hood of my car and called to them again. Something about the sound of my hand slapping metal galvanized them. All three came galloping toward me. Or as close to galloping as a cow can get. They seemed really excited. I thought, “Uh-oh, and here I am without a treat in my pocket!”
This is a horribly under-exposed photo, but this young lady’s body language makes it my favorite photo. She was so interested and so eager. I walked over to the fence and gave her ears a good scratching and rubbed her nose. She mooed and slobbered all over my pant leg. I think I could have hypnotized her on the spot. Did she ever love having her ears and head scratched.
And here we have an over-exposed photo (I need to get out and practice!) of the same young lady. But I gave it the glam shot treatment. It turned out better. She was such a sweet girl...she deserved the glam treatment.
This young lady wasn’t too sure about me. I took the photo before we’d been properly introduced. She was giving me the wary eyeball.
I reached out to scratch her ears, but she pulled back out of reach. I bent over and yanked a handful of grass out of the ground, folded it over, and offered it to her. She thought that was nice and politely ate it. Then she let me scratch her ears and decided that was pretty okay with her.
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These are the first cows I’ve touched in several years. It’s oviously been a while, because, at first, I wasn’t sure whether these were fellas or girls. As they got closer I bent down to take a gander and realized they were heifers. They aren’t full-grown yet. The one with the triangle on her forehead was such a personality. She was really fun.