The Brown Cow

I've found a peaceful route for a 2-mile run.

Once I've swatted away a few pesky deer flies, the sun splashes the road ahead, and I eventually run through its warmth.

On the left are three cows grazing in the pasture — one white, one black and one brown.

The brown one watches me run by with curiosity as the white and black cow continue chewing.

Farther down the road I make my 1-mile loop at the gas station, heading back the same route.

As I approach the cows, the brown one sees me coming and wags his tail.

A cow's wag, unlike a dog's, is a big looping wag, almost like a cowboy readying his lasso.

I didn't think cows wagged their tails.

But on this day, at this moment, the brown cow made me smile.

He seemed glad to see me again.

Comments

[James]

Cows can be friendlier than dogs.