Have been away for a few days. Returned to find small
country street taken over by feral cattle.
Phoned municipality's helpline. Nobody answered. I guess it
was because it was a public holiday. Resisted the urge to panic as they filled
up space in front of gate to eat grass.
I am not a fan of cows, or cattle or bulls or, for that
matter, anything in the bovine family really - unless presented as well matured
steak on a plate.
So, honestly, I found myself repeating in my head: "What
fresh hell is this?"
Shortly afterwards to my lovely kitten, Finn's great
excitement it started raining with thunder and lightning to go with it.
This spooked the cows who tried to break open the gate. At this stage, for one second, I felt bad. I thought I might open the gate for them so that they can find some shelter under the trees. Then I checked my sympathy, looked at the spooky cow-shapes and thought: What fresh hell is this?
The cat, at this stage, was besides himself with excitement:
Thunder, Lighting, Cows - everything a cat, like Finn, clearly wants in life. O
yes and a big moth he found and proceeded to eat with relish.
I was thinking: "What fresh hell is this?"
Eventually I decided to leave the cattle out in the cold, so
to speak.
Spent the evening with the moo-ing and generally messing up
the lovely green grass on the sides of my driveway.
At 6h30 I was contemplating ways to get to work as I doubt
the boss would take a note saying: Driveway blocked by feral cattle. Was too
scared to leave house.
Then the geese, like ghostly security guards, descended onto
the cattle - poor cows must have had the fright of their lives - but they
trotted down the street and where they went to bother my paranoid
neighbours-of-the-duck-stealing-and-the-roaming-security-light.
I almost saw the leader of the geese put on his sunglasses
saying: "I love it when a plan comes together."
I am taking back everything rude I ever said about the geese.
