Some of our neighbors come early each morning and tie their cows off near the camp’s ponds. We have gotten used to their mooing and love when a new calf is in the mix, since they’re so playful and cute. They have been rather uneventful, just an everyday part of life, until today.
This is the cow that attacked Caroline this morning. Well, she didn’t really attack, but Caroline sure thought she would! My baby girl was out there hanging clothes when this Betsy came running out of the high grasses, startling Caroline and sending her squealing into the house, “That cow charged me!” It didn’t matter to Caroline that the rope Betsy was attached to wouldn’t allow her to get any closer to the clothes line. She was only able to finish her job with Ken standing guard.
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