Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Running Holstein (Great bay sketchbook)
Sometimes, for no apparent reason, my cat would stop what she was doing and sprint to the next room with an urgent determination. There was nothing in the other room and no reason to run there with such concentrated intensity. She was sublimely Nuts.
This cow on the Great bay farm had the same temperment as my cats. For some reason, she was compelled to stop what she was doing and quckly run 6o yards to her left. Then she stopped and carried on grazing.