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[fan_eunice]

I am getting used to this whole living in a barn thing, but there are...moments. Just now I realized I needed to refill the water tank in the RV, a task which is becoming routine enough that I don't even think about it much. Except when I open the barn door in the back to go turn on the faucet and manage to scare the shit out of the cow I didn't realize was standing right there. Which managed to startle the shit out of me.

So pretty much the cow jumped and kinda bolted off to one side, and I jumped and bolted off to the other side and we spent the next few minutes kinda panting and staring at each other like WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE? I fear the cow probably has more justification for its indignation than I do.

Is it spring yet? I think the cow and horses will be just as relieved as I am to no longer be sharing immediate space.

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[bop_radar]

Ahahah! I suspect living in a barn is one of those things that sounds romantic but is anything but in reality. :)

I once had a similar encounter with a cow (well a water buffalo) trying to make my way to the toilet block in the middle of the night on an island in Thailand. I had lost my torch and was squinting into the night when I realised I was actually really squinting into the eyes/horns of a beastie! My beastie was pretty unfazed though. I guess he was used to wayward tourists.

[fan_eunice]

It would be more awesome if I wasn't having to constantly vacuum up/brush off sawdust. I have such a hate on for sawdust now.

Hee, jaded water buffalo. You know he went back to his buds and was all, *sigh* 'another one'