Well the big news here at Lower Farm House is that the cows have moved back into the pastures for the Spring. They are entirely picturesque and unbelievably loud. The pasture, I should mention, is directly outside the wall of our house and front garden – so the mooing is not the far away mooing of distant cows. There is a pasture on either side of our house, and when the cows in one side catch sight of the cows in the other then they both break into a complete fit and moo back and forth over the walls at one another like the woman wailing for her demon lover. It’s quite startling when you’re not expecting it. Especially when they all get into the spirit of the thing and the whole herd pitches in. In fact, just a few minutes ago I was sitting here in the living room, sipping my morning coffee, pyjama clad children eating their breakfast in the kitchen – when I was suddenly jolted out of my calm complacency by a deep, reverberating moo that seemed to be coming from the sofa about 5 feet behind me. I wheeled around, and there in the window above the sofa was an enormous cow head looking in at me.
Perhaps I haven’t been clear enough about the very imminent nature of the pasture. It’s a large pasture, and is surrounded by various things – a creek, a hedge, a wall, a fence . . . and our house. The wall of our house is built straight into a rock wall that extends out both directions from the house. This means that my living room window is essentially a window in the wall looking into the pasture. Am I making myself clear? There are no intermediate steps between the pasture and my living room. Oh hang on. I found a picture of my house, taken from the pasture. Here you go.
Do you see that one lone window in the side there? That empties into my living room. My couch sits directly beneath that. And thus, when it sounded like the mooing was coming from the couch, it essentially was. I grabbed my camera and snapped a quick picture – of this.
Yes I know the glass is a mess. But look what gets rubbed all over it.
After this particular cow moved slightly so that I could open the window without bashing it on the nose, I managed to open it up and get a picture of more of the group.
It’s quite an idyllic early morning view isn’t it? (This picture, not the previous one. It’s only idyllic from certain limited angles.)