Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Killer Cows



Following a hearty weekend lunch with our small herd and a couple of teenage visitor friends of our eldest chap, handsome husband and I felt a gentle walk with the dog along the river was the ideal way to walk off my over the top toffee apple crumble, and an opportune moment to leave the teenage boys to some washing and drying of dishes.


We kitted up for the cool, but sunny weather and ambled down the lane to the fields and the stream. I felt relaxed with the faint glow of lunch time red wine as we squelched through the mud avoiding the familiar sight of cow pats. As we turned a corner I caught a glimpse of some cows. Now normally when I come across cows on my daily walks with the dog I go out of my way to give them a very wide berth, and stick as close to the hedge as possible, I suppose I'm a bit of a coward when it comes to cows since I read some articles telling tales of vicious killing cows.


I mentioned this to handsome husband who being made of macho stuff said he could handle it and he strode straight through the middle of them. I followed reluctantly and ensuring I had marked my escape routes should they be needed. All was well until our naughty dog decided it would be fun to bark at the cows and try to play with them. Well what ensued has left me even more convinced that I shall never walk near cows again.


A large Guernsey, quite rightly, felt affronted by this outburst from the dog and began running towards her, this spooked a couple of nearby cows who in turn reared up and then also joined in the chase, they are faster than you would imagine a cow to be and I screamed which was no help to anyone including myself, the dog realising her folly sprinted towards the safety of the hedges, leaving handsome husband to deal with the chaos. I was glued to the spot in terror and watched in awe as he raised his trusty stick, pointed it at the cows and shouted loudly "GET BACK", and do you know what, they did and calmness was once more restored. We found our dog trembling and stuck to brambles in the hedge, when we released her she whimpered and bolted off with her tail between her legs in the direction of home.


Handsome husband and his trusty big stick come to the rescue again..

22 comments:

TheMadHouse said...

I married a farmers son and I used to be afriad of the cows,, until they all escaped Christmas day!!

Also I thought that cows sat down when it rained as they didnt like eating wet grass, well that was what the FIL said!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Men come in handy occassionally, don't they? Laugh. I guess we'll keep them.

Love,

SB

Belle de Ville said...

This is such a cute post. It seems so idyllic to me to be able to take a short walk after dinner and to encounter cows...even if they are aggressive. I envy your bucolic lifestyle!

Author in the making: said...

ha ha how funny! i love your stories and your hubby sounds very brave lol xxx

Vintage Vixen said...

They do look rather a menacing lot, don't they?
Thank goodness for handsome hubby!
Vix
xxx

daisychain said...

Oh, how scary but amusing x

Couture Carrie said...

Glad the pup is okay!

xoxox,
CC

Diya said...

LOL funny story... my bf's dog keep chasing wild hogs and young bucks and they always end up chasing him... haha.

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smashingbird said...

that's too funny, a cow trod on my foot at a country show when I was little, it hurt a lot!

LENORENEVERMORE said...

quite an adventure!
Must say~ those cows shown knew how to pose for the camera...

xo*

Brit Gal Sarah said...

Oh this made me laugh and remember family walks as a child on the lookout for killer cows!

Semi Expat said...

How masterful HH was with his trusty big stick... just what a girl needs ;-) ! (p.s. gues what the word verification has come up with - 'sauxest' ha!)

Julia, the Thanksgiving Girl said...

I try to stay further away from the cows too lol I guess I'm not that scared of cows as I am of one of them potentially being a bull - now those can be more aggressive! I feel bad for your dog too - the poor thing most probably just was being freindly and wanted to play... Good that your husband came to the rescue! It takes a cool and confident approach to deal with the animals :)

Susie said...

Always handy to have a handsome hubby with his trusty big stick around...(sorry, sorry, sorry, but it was too tempting) Hope you have managed to avoid the marauding cows on your daily dog walks! x

Metropolitan Mum said...

Haha. And here I sit thinking that all the excitement was happening in central London. How much more wrong can I be?

Erica said...

I avoid walks sometimes because of Deer. Dh says Im crazy, but hello...they do run right out in front of cars, LOL! I loved this story!

Tights Lover said...

Yay for your husband! What a funny-yet-scary story. I don't come across cows very often, but I had no idea they could move quickly at all!

family Affairs said...

Holy shit. They look terrifying....

I just popped over from Chic Mama so good to meet you - I see you have macaroons as a treat - I've just done a post about them (well about 5 posts down) as my 9 year old son attempted to make some with a bit of success! Lx

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Funny! I love your stories!
Well written!:)
Betty xx

Siren said...

Does this handsome gent have a brother?

Anzu said...

Hee hee Yes I once got chased by a heffer down three fields and cows defnitely run much faster than you think!

sanjeet said...

I thought that cows sat down when it rained as they didnt like eating wet grass, well that was what the FIL said!
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