Some days you are just running along and you come face to face (or rather butt) with a cow. As you do.
Fortunately Bessie here wasn't a complete surprise because a dog walker had warned me of her presence on the trail. She was very friendly when I slowed to a walk to sidle by her, even came up for a quick ear scratch before we went our opposite ways. About a half mile later I met the mystery Nordic Walker guy I sometimes encounter and did the neighbourly thing of giving him a heads up about her. He, unlike me, quite wisely asked if it was a cow rather than a bull--it's not unheard of for people to be attacked and sometimes killed by aggressive bulls on footpaths that cross through fields.
