When I’m out walking I often pass fields of cattle. In general they either stare dolefully or run off when I look at them. Recently though, I was walking alongside one field and, at my appearance, the cattle ran to one side of the field, formed a group and then thundered down the hill toward me. When they got close, they did a U-turn and shot back up the hill.
Next day they did the same thing, but this time instead of the U-turn they stopped just across the hedge from me and stared. All the running about had stirred up the cattle egrets that invariably accompany them and that’s when I took this photo. I particularly like the devilish horns of the one animal peering out from the crowd.
I moved on and the cattle followed. We repeated this a couple of times before they decided they’d had enough.
On the third day, my appearance provoked only dull stares. Obviously the thrill of my presence had gone.
Graham's Island 
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I grew up on the beach in Malibu . . . my dad’s dad emigrated here to the US from Fleet, England when he was 14. I moved to Washington State and milked cows on dairy farms there in my late teens/early 20s — sewed a tipi of canvass and lived in a cow pasture there . . .
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I’ve milked cows too – and got a few kicks for my efforts. I lived in Washington State too, first on a small boat and then in more comfortable accommodations!
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So cow milking prepared me for my current career, farrier! I trim hooves and shoe horses :)) Have four homebred horses, take people on rides . . . my stallion, Mentor, lived on Molokai with me when he was a yearling.
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Interesting. Probably a good choice of occupation, that won’t be taken over by the robots for a while!
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That’s for sure :)) And from 2002 – 2016, I flew between Oahu/Molokai and California — 120 round trips over 14 years, two weeks out of every six in the Islands, doing my hoof work both here and there . . . But I’m all traveled out and home in the mountains of Southern California now — and I call my friends in Hawaii to over the phone now, to stay in touch.
https://soulhorseride.wordpress.com/hoof-services/
https://soulhorseride.wordpress.com/2017/07/29/watching-the-woman-work/
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Wow, that’s a lot of traveling. I have become very much a home body.
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Wonderful shot!!! :)) Brings back all my Upcountry and East End Moloka’i memories :)) Dawn
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Thanks. Glad you like it. I’ve always been a big fan of cattle having grown up on a farm.
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Where was the farm?
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Southwest England, which is where I grew up.
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I moved to Molokai in the 80s and my daughter was born there, home birth, and we swam with her as an infant in the ocean every day. Simply magical!
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Sounds wonderful. I’ve yet to visit Molokai, but would like to do so. Still has the older, more rural feel I think.
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Yes! I know people there, if you want a few names to drop . . . always helps to know someone there :))
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So your posts are the quickest way to return to the Islands from here in California :)) I really enjoy all that you do!
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Thanks for your kind words. I’m glad to share my little bit of Hawaii.
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:)) :)) :)) Aloha!
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Aloha indeed.
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