I’ve been staying with my sister in rural upstate New York.
This morning, I was riding my bike past a field of grazing cows. One of them must have gotten spooked by the bike, because suddenly as a group they began lumbering disgruntledly away from me, further up the meadow. It was a halfhearted stampede: they seemed more annoyed than scared.
When they got about 50 yards away, they turned, as one, and looked down at me with aloof frowns. I continued biking along the road and yelled up at them, “I’m big and I’m bad!”
Unimpressed, they began grazing again.