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Returning to Rain and the Season of Mud

Hello, it’s been a while. The Spanish cows I saw were very lovely, they had bells. I will be posting about them and the surrounding terrain of the Sierra de Gredos soon .

But returning from a drought stricken country (this is all they needed on top of everything else) I cannot let this rain go by unmarked.

Like being underneath a damp pyrex bowl on the draining board of life as B puts it cheerily this morning.

Misty Rain Cornwall

Rain on Slate Step  www.thinkingcowgirl.wordpress.comThe rain beats and bounces on the road, like water hitting hot fat in a cast iron pan. I put on my wellies (which ones, which ones?) and step from the slate step into two inches of shiny sticky mud. Mud is the song of our autumn, our winter, it coats the roads and builds up in squelchy piles in the fields and byways.

Muddy Tyre Track

Muddy Reflection  www.thinkingcowgirl.wordpress.comI go over to the cow field. The ditch by the side of the road is flowing fast and the pond is full. I can hear the water cascading down to the river, the bridlepath is running like a stream and hooves sound hollow as they hit the watery slate and clay. Everything drips with jewels of wet glass. I pull my hood up and put my head down.

Rain Droplets on Wire

Wet Slate  www.thinkingcowgirl.wordpress.comThe cows ruddy fur is deep and repels the rain, I can see tiny droplets hovering on their coats. They don’t seem to mind the deluge, preferring the spongy grass to the shed. I conclude that they are pleased to see me when they come running, hoping I’ll have a treat. I stand still and they approach, sniffing me gingerly with outstretched necks.

Grass with Rain Droplets

I have learnt that cows have a ‘sweet spot’ at their withers (between neck and back), from threecedarsfarm, which you should stroke rhythmically while talking in a low voice, then gradually move on to the whole of the backbone. This builds trust. But it needs to be done in a stall, which we’ll hopefully have by winter.

8 Comments Post a comment
  1. This:

    “being underneath a damp pyrex bowl on the draining board of life” is perfect. The rainy season is just starting where I live, and that captures it perfectly.

    October 12, 2012
  2. Ha ha, thanks, I thought it was pretty good too – I’ve passed your compliment the speaker.

    October 13, 2012
  3. Are you watching Countryfile tonight (14 Oct)? Some nice cows on there tonight, with pure white tails!

    October 14, 2012
    • Oh yes, Countryfile my favourite programme, though was multitasking – writing another post! And those White Park, they are marvellous. I considered getting some but apparently they’re a bit wild…though they looked pretty friendly on CF. Thanks for dropping by my blog 🙂 Is that you Kirsten?

      October 14, 2012
      • Hello, yes – it’s me. Regards to you, B and the herd!

        November 1, 2012
      • Hello! Regards to you and F x

        November 2, 2012
  4. “Mud mud glorious mud! There’s nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me follow, down to the hollow, and there let me wallow in glorious mud!” The Hippopotamus Song 🙂 Ha

    October 24, 2012

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