I was taking a walk a couple days ago along Old Highway road.  All the cattle stopped to stare at me.   I yelled at them in order to get a few more to look my way.  A few more did, looking at me like I was crazy.  They continued to stand there like cows , didn’t move,  just stared. 

It wasn’t until I was on my way back and saw the beautiful day, the snow on Mount Shasta and all the mountains stretched from there to Mt. Lassen that I thought how lucky I was not to be a cow.  They stood out there eating and staring and could not say to themselves, “What a beautiful view.  I’m glad I graze here and not somewhere like Fresno or Stockton.”

I felt the cool breeze on my face and smelled the clean winter air.  They didn’t know the difference.  Poor cows.  Like I said, I’m happy I’m not a cow.  But then, who knows, maybe I’ll be reincarnated as one.  Sure hope not.