tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post2746180304107443178..comments2024-03-23T09:28:00.454+00:00Comments on Random Distractions: A quiet day in the countrymonixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-31090812729687766282008-07-10T22:14:00.000+01:002008-07-10T22:14:00.000+01:00That's true but the poor dears (that always hurts ...That's true but the poor dears (that always hurts them!) need to boost their egos by playing somehow.monixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-36863589339128004172008-07-10T21:37:00.000+01:002008-07-10T21:37:00.000+01:00The difference being that none of his fellows woul...The difference being that none of his fellows would have called him a dumb man.erphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09826044412670324694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-76700684955905749492008-07-10T19:46:00.000+01:002008-07-10T19:46:00.000+01:00Men! Would your husband have fared any better had ...Men! Would your husband have fared any better had he been on the lane, e? I've seen the damage cows have done to cars and, sadly, know of two people killed when cows crossed their paths unexpectedly so, e, I think you were right to be cautious.monixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-82742901397925172602008-07-10T18:27:00.000+01:002008-07-10T18:27:00.000+01:00While walking on a country lane, I heard sounds of...While walking on a country lane, I heard sounds of hoofs behind me and when I turned, there were eight heifers following me. When I stopped, they stopped, when I walked faster, they walked faster, when I slowed down, they slowed down. <BR/><BR/>Being a city girl, I had no idea what to do (days before cell phones). So I continued walking until someone drove by and stopped. He offered to call the farmer and told me not to worry they were just curious. Easy for him to say. He was in a car not all alone on a deserted road.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, the farmer came by soon afterward, herded his girls back home. Thinking that was a good idea, followed him and went back home too.<BR/><BR/>Funniest thing about this episode is that the farmer was at the same meeting as my husband. When he came home he told the hilarious story of farmer X who had to leave the meeting to rescue some dumb woman who was being chased by his cows.erphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09826044412670324694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-11323792626589514992008-07-10T16:30:00.000+01:002008-07-10T16:30:00.000+01:00Now I'm suffering post traumatic shock by imaginat...Now I'm suffering post traumatic shock by imagination, J! It never occurred to me that the matriarch might be a patriarch - I only saw the enormous head and shoulders. I'm sitting shuddering at the thought of what might have happened if I'd got out for a closer look. Come to think of it, though, I don't suppose Devon farmers leave bulls with the herd, the cows on the farm where I lived, outside Oxford, never met a bull!monixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-26044527647309237022008-07-10T14:01:00.000+01:002008-07-10T14:01:00.000+01:00Or, indeed, gates!I remember a strange encounter w...Or, indeed, gates!<BR/><BR/>I remember a strange encounter with a small herd of highland cattle on a single-track road on Mull. We drove for ages very slowly behind a huge shaggy chap and his wives and children, he, all the while bringing up the rear on the outside. When they reached their chosen destination, he nudged them off the road and onto the grass, turned round and waved us past. He looked us in the eyes and nodded his head, as if in thanks for our patience. We found ourselves waving our thanks. It was quite bizarre!Juliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055924620237477722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-50594745127722538602008-07-10T13:47:00.000+01:002008-07-10T13:47:00.000+01:00Yes, indeed, D. Your adventures were more dramatic...Yes, indeed, D. Your adventures were more dramatic (and physical) than mine, so I hope you are sitting comfortably for a change.monixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16631194815411019266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922478.post-20255514510770759202008-07-10T13:08:00.000+01:002008-07-10T13:08:00.000+01:00Still, we live to blog another day, eh M?!Still, we live to blog another day, eh M?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com