Cowboys

Way before my mum did, I realised that electricity had been switched on and that something, or someone, was now inside the fencing along our forest trail. Cows! she said, come say hello. Say hello? No way!

It turned out, of course, that they weren't cows. The best thing I can say about the meeting is that there was, in fact, a fence between us. My mum likes cows. I don't think I do.