Cows On The Beach
Seeing cows on the beach is an incongruous sight at any time. It’s an odd sight at first, but not unusual around here, at Trekoskraal on the Weskus.
They wander down from the nearby fields to lick the salt, feed on plants and seaweed for their iodine and sodium fix, and escape the flies inland. The sea breeze keeps them cool, and they seem perfectly at ease; just another part of the scenery. They drive my friend’s rescue dogs crazy, though!
Not fazed by my presence in the slightest.
Their preferred beach.
Ïs that your daughter?”, I asked.
They listen, and seem to sense no fear as I gently talk to them.
“Time to say goodbye..”
Hey, where y‘all going?
Apparently it’s the iodine and sodium-rich food they’re after.
Heading home. It’s at this time the dogs start going beserk!
Cheek-to-cheek.
We spotted him from way down the beach, and started harnessing the dogs, to avoid a repeat of an earlier incident. Tracey is in the distance putting the leads back on the dogs.
I walked on ahead, to gently coax him out of the way. From a distance I couldn’t make out if I was seeing his front or rear. Drawing closer, it was his rear, and he was simply standing still, just like this, staring at the ground, like in some kind of trance. He wasn’t aware of me coming up behind him, but he didn’t get a fright and posed for the shot.
