The moor was a wild place to be the other day. Ray and MIJ who you may remember from here came by for an overnight visit and a walk around Bodmin Moor. Most of our summer weather has been unpredictable and their visit here required a bit of wardrobe adjustments. It wasn’t cold once we began our walk, but it certainly felt chilly when we were heading for the door. This should explain the mix of clothing choices you see in a few of the photographs. We dressed for rain and nature didn’t make our efforts in vain. We did have a bit of excitement that Sarah and Suzanne might have enjoyed. I certainly thought of them when we walked up on what looked like a possible problem similar to what has been occurring with other walkers lately.
We begin our walk and it’s pretty, although a bit wet.
We stroll along pausing to look at changes to property…
I take pictures of this….
and that…
And when the rain comes as it does here…
….the cows seem to line up to watch us as we scramble looking for some…
…of these to shelter us from the rain.
Here’s where it begins to get interesting, we walk out onto the moor with Rough Tor in the background and we see these cute cows…a mother and baby passing by….awww sweet…right.
Oh…look, they’re coming over to say hello.
Hmm…something feels different here and about the same time I’m thinking this may not be just another social call by a curious cow…
…I look beyond the big mother to her right and I see this…see the bright red in the center of the photo…
…except to my eyes, it looks more like this….which reminds me of this….
…making this ….the next thing my camera snaps as I move out of what appears to be the path of a protective mama cow moving her family away from the dogs that are rooming free with the human mother (who clearly hasn’t been following the news) and her children.
This is the look on her face as I quickly explain that we are passing though and are in no way affiliated with those rowdies with the dogs crashing up behind her. After a few heated exchanges…okay, so I was really the only one talking…
…a peaceful solution is reached and they move on without incident all except for this little guy below…
…who seemed to be watching without comment until I noticed this…
…he’s decided to have a poo just as I go for a photograph…so I try again and…
What’s this…now he needs a wee too. Hmm…do you think he’s trying to tell me something?
Gifts Of The Journey 
Hilarious, great photos. Certainly wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of the great horned mama! I read an article the other day that said land owners have taken down all signs warning of possible danger with the animals on their land because it’s tantamount to admitting liability – progress?!
Off to bake a cake – it’s Suzannes eldest daughters 16th (her name is Sarah too) this weekend, and we are getting together for a lunch tomorrow, Sx
Reminds me of when I was growing up, walking across pastures and through woods in northern Georgia. Sometimes we’d break off branches and limbs. Then stick the limbs into the ground, place the branches across the top, then throw pine boughs across and sit under the cover until the rain would go away. It would be chilly, but it was so peaceful and when the wind blew, it would whisper through the pine trees. Not a roar, just a whisper. We had horses too, and you could jump up on their backs and ride bareback across the pasture, holding on for dear life! Man, your pictures brought back memories from many years ago! It’s a rainy day here in Alabama today as well. I look out the window and see similar greens. The rain has stopped, so you hear the birds crying their signal.
OMG! I was happily reading along, complete with a smile on my face…………………………………………………UNTIL………..
I saw those bloody great big horns!! Even if those people live a cave (off the newspaper delivery route!) & they have no sky dish….do those horns & that glare not say loud & clear ‘keep your dogs out of my field?!*
Elizabeth, my darling, you need to change the title of your blog to ‘the fearless pursuit of a walk worth taking’! You are a very brave woman, I can think of many things I would do faced with a similar such situation & not ONE of them involves stopping to have a conversation with an angry cow (actually, as featured at the end of your blog, the first one involves emptying of the bowels!!)
Take care lovely, Suzanne xXx
Hi Elizabeth, such adventures you are having…I am like your friend suzanne above, no way would I go in a field of those cows..!
Looks very scary to me… what sort of cow has Horns??
those are some really big horns. i think i would be extremely afraid – in fact i know i would.
great story. seems you are always having an adventure.