It all started innocently enough with me snapping and chatting away (there was no one around to witness my odd behaviour in case you are wondering!) to the sheep and 2 cows which live in a large field attached to Mudchute Farm which is just behind Canary Wharf (financial district) in London. Next thing I know, there is a massive prancing, lunging, "jumping" ANGRY COW coming at me-with hooves flying and nostrils flaring and snorting. This thing clearly thought that it was in the Running of the Bulls and that I was one of the willing participants.
In the split second I had to think about matters, I was in disbelief going"this cannot be happening to me- this is NOT how the fairytale is suppose to end!" Then I just started running while squealing at it "No, No, PLEASE, STOP (since when did a charging cow have manners??) NOOOOOO!!!!" Luckily there was a bit of an embankment behind me and I managed to run up it and get out of the Beast's way, saving myself from consequences I don't even want to think about.
Needless to say I was in a bit of shock afterwards and spent some time cursing and yelling at the cow (from a safe distance of course!) trying to make myself feel better.
Run little sheeps Run...though I would avoid those BEASTLY cows in the distance if I was you!
I have my eye on Ewe! (sick joke, I know)
Oh wow! That must have been terrifying! Although, I must rather sheepishly (hehe... as in the sheep in your shots) admit that I was giggling away when reading this post. You most certainly have a way with words, in addition, of course, to the way you have with a camera. What a wonderful discovery this blog has been, I will definitely keep reading it. Keep up the glorious work! :)
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