I was out shifting fences yesterday when, through the trees along the gully, I heard the tell-tale staccato of furtive lovers nearby. And there they were, in a hidden pocket of the paddock, him licking her flank, she still undecided.
I crept closer to take a snap and uh, oh, I’d been spotted. Like guilty teens behind the shelter shed, the pair straightened up, stared belligerently (if a little gawkily) and wanted to know what I was looking at.
What else should I expect? It is springtime, after all. Isn’t a cow entitled to a little privacy?
I love the guilty teens analogy…..
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Resonates with you, eh, Bushboy?
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Could do maidmarian….could do 🙂
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