Shoot-out at the Melvaig croft.

I heard the "moooooo!!" first.

I jumped up, from doing some serious reading of Blip journals, to see a cow's head sticking through the fence, eating my precious hebe.

Dimairt joined in with some timely barks - what would I do without him by my side?

I got out of the house (grabbing the camera, of course) in time to see her leaping back over the ditch, to land on all fours.

She just stood there, feet splayed out, like a gunshooter at the OK Corral.

She tried to outstare me.

But I got the Blip.

I won.

......... picture a woman blowing on her smoking camera.







SAD OLD COW.