Down by the creek was an unexpected pleasure. The dairy herd was in a paddock beside the creek but a number of them had walked out of there and were grazing along the banks of the creek.
They looked so lovely amongst the long grass.
It’s an environmental ‘no, no’ these days but my dog wouldn’t know how to chase a cow to put them back in the paddock and I decided I would enjoy the sight, as, who knows, I may never see it again.
Once one cow does something, all the others usually want to get in on the act and before long lots of them were leaving their paddock and going for a wander down along the creek.
I think they were also attracted to the sound of our voices.
Krystal, Shayde and their little friend, Jessica came looking for us and we all went walking up the little side stream that comes down out of the mountains.
Another unexpected pleasure - the girls discovered a water hole deep enough to swim in.
And in they went, clothes and all!
By the time I convinced them that they had been swimming long enough the cows had been retrieved from their paddock (and the creek) and were making their way to the cow shed for milking.
And now the bottoms of my feet are sore from walking along the stoney bottomed creek.
But that’s a small price to pay for the pleasures of the day.
But that’s a small price to pay for the pleasures of the day.
