COW TV

I sit and watch the cows in the field opposite our table. It has been given the name - “Cow TV”. Nature becomes such healing entertainment.

Some have their backs to the group, some are sitting closer to the herd, some are standing, some lying down. Most are chewing the cud.

chew the/(one's) cud - To contemplate something. ("Cud" is partially digested food that is regurgitated to be chewed again, a commonbehavior of cows.)

I like to imagine they are doing both.

There is an air of noncholence, aloofness, indifference. Maybe an undertone of nark.

The girls constantly compare the length of their eyelashes, aesthetically pleasing markings and who has the pinkest udders. Rarely do they compliment eachother, tending to find fault instead. All behind each-others rumps.

I imagine Daisy is still pissed off that Betty got more time with Barry the Bull last time he was ‘let loose’ on these ripe heifers. Has she spread rumours in an effort to turn the group on Betty to punish her for her wayward moos. The sly flicks of Betty's tail are equivalent to an ‘up yours’ gesture at them all for  being jealous that, on that particular day, although Barry would have been happy with any of them and Betty was putting up less of a fight. In her insecure mind she was the chosen one. Maybe that day Bettys self-esteem needed nurturing. Likely the patriarchy also runs riot in the farming industry. 

But still, back to this week's episode; Daisy  has it in for Betty and will make sure any cow new to the herd will know about the fateful day, Barry and Betty went hell for leather, with full abandonment on a misty hillside at dusk.

As I sit surrounded by 15 others in complete silence, no phones, no distractions but our incessent yet waning thoughts. I realise just how noisy and nosy us humans are with our tales and tails of others.  Our judgements, our fears. Fear frequently dressed us with a coping superiority, to camouflage the fact that all of us have at times been highly, dangerously unskilled at the thing called life. Causing us to be massively misguided away from loving kindess and the balm of acceptance, when really what is always needed is finding time away from the herd, finding a way to nurture and nourish self acceptance. 

So needed to stop us all being grumpy, jealous cows in human form.