Photo by Taylor Stuart
Well, it all looked rather orderly. The herd was meandering up Aunt Molly Road within the confines of the barrier Taylor, Brett and Orlando had put up. Strolling, really…until one got outside of the temporary fence and took off!
Photo by Taylor Stuart
A note on bovine behavior: when one runs, they all like to run. Think Pamplona, think running of the bulls.
It’s all fun and games until you try to stop running bovines. It’s just not as easy as everyone always tells you. But really, wouldn’t you rather be BEHIND the solid mass of lean muscle and horns than in front of it?
The scene below just looks a lot…tamer.
Photo by Taylor Stuart
After their brisk morning jog sprint, Brett (red hat) and Orlando did manage to get the cows back on track and up to their next grazing spot: the lush, verdant grasses of St. Michaels. Part of me thinks the cows also knew where they were going and couldn’t wait to get there.
Photo by Taylor Stuart
After the dust had settled, I was left with this one burning question: what would Ernest Hemingway say?
