After being a home girl all day Saturday and most of Sunday, I decided to escape yesterday evening and took a walk along the river. This time not too far, a standard half hour walk with bench rests in between. Sunday evening the river path is deserted except for a few joggers that ran past. I suppose it is healthy, but they really seem to be exhausted, puffing and having those tell-tale stains of sweat on the t-shirts. Often the man jogging in front and the wife attached behind, all in the name of keep-fit. There were also a couple of bikers that passed by and the rest were birds and a plane overhead, being on the main route from Zürich airport.
I eventually arrived at my bench before making the climb to the top. It was really peaceful, you could have heard a pin drop as my mum would say. It was then I heard a roar and turned my head. They had shifted the cows and they were now parked in front of my next bench stop. It is a smaller group of three cows and a bull.
This time I was just a little anxious of approaching this small herd. Although they are separated by an electric fence one of the cows was bellowing at the top of its mooey voice – see action photo. I suspected the bull of making the noise, but he was just hanging around wanting for an opportunity for whatever bulls do with three ladies.
At last I managed a close-up of the bull: he seemed to have a small fly problem, although they did not spoil a pose for a photo. I asked Mr. Swiss what that contraption was with the ring at the end in the nose, and he said it makes it easier for the farmer to pull him along as bulls are not so co-operative and can get a little annoyed when they have to do things that they do not want to. This is a lucky bull, he has real cows instead of a dummy at the breeding station. I am sure it appreciates it.
Someone mentioned this week that only bulls have horns which is not the case. All cows have the ability to grow horns, but the farmers usually remove them, especially diary cows, for their own protection as they can easily get tangled into whatever cows get tangled with. The cows on this small meadow have all been allowed to keep their horns. Perhaps the bull likes his ladies that way.
This time I did not take a seat on the bench as it was a little too near to the pasture grounds of the bull and his harem and so I walked on. I noticed that hay harvesting time is now well on its way from one of the fields I passed.
I was now on the home stretch. Walking is a good exercise but more than half an hour can become quite tiring with a stick as support, especially has I had to leave my second bench stop due to too many cows.
Looks like it will be a nice summer day today. The builders have already arrived and the peace and quiet of the week-end has already disappeared. We had a builder grinding in front of the window which made sure we were all awake and somewhere I can hear saws.
I will be on a trip to the supermarket today, although there is not so much to organise. It is still just Mr. Swiss and I (how romantic). No. 1 son is still in Italy on holiday.
Enjoy the day, or sleep well, wherever you happen to be. I will be back. Saw some interesting berries growing on a bush in the garden of a nearby villa on my way home.