We heard them first before we saw them. There they were, a whole herd of black and white dairy cows, tearing at the grass and noisily going munch, munch, munch as they chewed it to ribbons. Down the throat it went in a big swallow, to come out the other end not long after with a loud smelly plop! We were surrounded by cows going about their bovine business on three sides with only a wire fence to keep us safe. There were cows at the front of the caravan by the garage.
That cow’s looking at me!
Now she’s brought some of her friends along
And there were a whole lot of the huge beasts milling around at the rear of the caravan. When they had finished tearing the grass out by the roots, they stuck their heads through that flimsy looking wire fence to nibble on Geoff and Eileen’s small trees. (No wonder the trees are small, they never have time to grow between visits from the cows).
Cows at the back of the caravan
It’s not that we are scared, but then, they are so much bigger than us. And that fence wouldn’t keep them out if they were determined to get in to our camping area. They all had their numbered ear tags attached to an ear, and looked in excellent condition, with nice shiny coats. And to tell the truth, our black and white visitors weren’t there that long. They settled down quietly overnight to chew their cuds, as they like to do, then early the next morning the farmer came along on his farm quad bike and quietly moved his girls along to another paddock after a visit to the milking shed. No wonder a farm needs lots of land, the cows had made short work of the pasture on this paddock in no time at all. Geoff will now have to go around and straighten all the fence posts once again.
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