they make their own fun
Jul. 15th, 2013 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fufarawDH and I went for a drive today. I occasionally feel the need to stretch my eyes beyond the confines of walls, and in the glorious green sundappled shadows of full-summer forests that overhang the roads. We live amid mountains, and then the terrain descends suddenly to flat farmland that runs straight into the island-strewn bay. Spectacular landscape, and each glimpse of it feeds my soul.
He drove, I was in shotgun, and we passed a farm whose pastures were flung up the side of a small mountain. A herd of Holsteins (or possibly Friesians, I haven't learned the difference, if there is one. I do know the difference between the cows and Friesian horses. These were cows.) was scattered up the hillside, munching contentedly at the fresh green grass. Except for one. She kept tossing her head and making short little agitated runs, and she drew my eye. I watched her for the few minutes as we drew nearer, and then I saw a crow on the ground. She would rush him, and he would run a short distance and turn to face her. She zigged and he hopped into the air, but came right back down, and hopped toward her. She shook her head and rushed him again, and he ran a short distance and looked back at her, and she followed in one of those little rushes, but stopped well short of actually stomping him into the dirt. As he remained on the ground when he could easily have evaded her by flying away.
Playing. They were playing! And I watched them until the distance and the bend of the road took them out of my sight.
He drove, I was in shotgun, and we passed a farm whose pastures were flung up the side of a small mountain. A herd of Holsteins (or possibly Friesians, I haven't learned the difference, if there is one. I do know the difference between the cows and Friesian horses. These were cows.) was scattered up the hillside, munching contentedly at the fresh green grass. Except for one. She kept tossing her head and making short little agitated runs, and she drew my eye. I watched her for the few minutes as we drew nearer, and then I saw a crow on the ground. She would rush him, and he would run a short distance and turn to face her. She zigged and he hopped into the air, but came right back down, and hopped toward her. She shook her head and rushed him again, and he ran a short distance and looked back at her, and she followed in one of those little rushes, but stopped well short of actually stomping him into the dirt. As he remained on the ground when he could easily have evaded her by flying away.
Playing. They were playing! And I watched them until the distance and the bend of the road took them out of my sight.
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Date: 2013-07-16 06:04 am (UTC)Ist gut English und gut Fries
IDEK. I think my German professor said that once. Don't even know if I spelled it right. This is the only thing I know about Freisian anything.
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Date: 2013-07-16 10:47 pm (UTC)