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Cows are the new Cats

© Klaas Zwijnenburg. Mostly cows not good enough for: klaasfoto

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klaascows·a month agoPhoto

This asshole attacked me some weeks ago, just a second after I took the last photo. I felt something was wrong, a combination of how he looked at me and how he moved. 

Normally when a cow approaches me like this I get up and move out of the way, like I should. Recently I am maybe getting a little reckless in the chase for an exciting photo. This was a necessary warning I suppose. Come to think of it; I was the asshole.

Anyway, he was only six or seven meters away when he suddenly charged. Luckily I knew what to do: jump in the air, making some kind of wild karate move, and yell very loud. That is not what they expect, and they don’t like surprises. So he was startled and withdrew.

If I had run away things could have ended different. Running requires a chase.

It was an adolescent bull, close to adulthood. Too young to mate (the older bulls won’t let him yet) but already full of testosteron. He was frustrated and I can’t blame him.

The lesson here is: Don’t disturb cows (or other animals), don’t get in their way. When they attack you, don’t run but do something unexpected and make noise. 

And when they attack your dog, don’t try to save the dog. Protecting your dog is second on the list of causes of death by cows. First on that list is being a dairy farmer.

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klaascows·2 months agoPhoto

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Hide and seek 2019.

After playing hide and seek with cows for three years (one, two, three) I’ve come to accept that they will never outgrow the level of three year old children. I have to pretend I don’t see them and call out ‘Where oh where could she be?’. Then they half leave their hideout and shout ‘I am here!’, and I still have to act like I really can’t find them. The following bursts of laughter never get old.

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