It wasn’t a dead skunk. It was a live cow!
I was driving home, singing along to some good music and minding my own business, when I saw her standing on the road, straddling the middle line. She had wandered off her owner’s field, away from the rest of the herd and now she was enjoying life from a completely different perspective!
I’m always up for an adventure so I stopped at the side of the road.
I wasn’t sure what to do – I don’t know my way around cows – so I named this cow, Betsy and took a picture. I quickly googled, “Do cows kick?” (I mean, if the answer is on the Internet, it’s got to be true, right? ) and got this:
NEED TO RESPECT A COW’S KICK
Novices might not appreciate the devastating effectiveness of a cow’s defensive kick. Wry humour from poorly informed people will occasionally refer to some mild discomfort as having been “kicked by a cow,” a cow being seen as a mild-mannered, harmless and inherently awkward animal.
How little do they know.
I read on and learned that “horses and mules commonly kick toward their hindquarters, while cows kick forward and out to the side. Figuring I was safer approaching the cow from her back end, (apparently her blind area, according to Google diagrams), I gently tried to push Betsy toward the side of the road.
There is no “gentle pushing” when it comes to cows. So, I pushed a little harder and talked a little louder to Betsy, explaining how good it was going to be when she got back to her nice, cushy field.
Sure wish I had a picture of that moment! I can tell you without question, that when I got up that morning, there was no plan on my agenda to push cows.
But it was a no-go. Betsy just stared at me with those big cow eyes.
I wasn’t convinced that I would be any more successful by pulling from the front, so Betsy and I just stood there for a couple of minutes, staring at each other.
As a car approached on the road, I became a traffic controller, waving people around Betsy. However, being in farmland area, it didn’t take long for a cow whisperer to see us and stop to help.
Cow whisperers sure do have their magic ways.
Before I could say, “Moo”, the kind, animal-loving man had correlled Betsy back into her field, thanked me for stopping to help, fixed the gate, hopped back into his truck and driven away.
And my day continued. No big deal. 🙂