Junior didn’t care enough about the yellow thing to interrupt his meal, and Mom was apparently familiar enough with motor vehicles not to see the Jeep as a threat. So yeah, she stood right there blocking the road as I slowly went around her.
That was Tobie’s closest look at one, and he’d have liked it if I stopped right next to her for a few minutes. He finds the cattle very interesting but not particularly exciting. They apparently don’t fall into his Things That Must Be Chased class, which (provisionally) is good news.
Maybe a shot from a pellet gun would move them.
Oh, any sudden noise would move them. That’s not really the point.
It’s like any other imposition. As a group I despise them. Individually I don’t have anything against them at all.
Sure seems awfully green for high desert in late summer.
Monsoon’ll do that.
Yup, a wet monsoon always greens things up. Which is of course why now we’re inundated with cattle, their owner(s) taking advantage of all that free grass.