One of those cuddly lovely moments.
Lovely cus you’re not expecting anything cuddly to be happening.
You’re just aware enough to be receptive enough to be open.
I was stumbling across what seemed like deserted moorland and who should be secreted into the gorse and bracken but a cow family – mom and her 3 calves – having a little lie down, quietly ruminating away on a snoozy Sunday afternoon.
Here’s 2 of the calves
They just wanted to lie there, be left alone. Settle their stomachs.
I sat with them for 10 minutes, feeling like i was part of the family – they’d let me in to their home to snuggle up on the living room sofa.
Bleak and barren Dartmoor changed to cosy comfortable Dartmoor. We were protected, secure and sound, somewhere safe upon the ground – all 5 of us hidden away from harm is how it was feeling. It felt private, almost intimate.
And then i had to go and spoil it by nosing around the calves
They were having to stand up cus they weren’t sure about me with my clicky camera
Altho mom didn’t seem bothered. She let me get right up close to her, an arm-stretch away
Looking at me as if to say “?!@?*?+#?=”
And then she just got her head down again and began her munchy munch (with me forgotten about)
I didn’t forget her, or them tho.
Was remembering – for the next hour – all 4 of them warmly, and our “lovely moment” together.
