The wolly bully

When it’s 53 wonderful degrees in January no one should complain about anything. Chris rode 89 miles in shorts; I ran 5 in short sleeves. I smiled throughout the entire run.  I grabbed my camera in the late afternoon. Usually at this time of the year, I don the winter snow pants, heavy boots, and wear fleece upon fleece.  For all the gear I didn’t seem to need today, I met two that were positively overdressed for the weather were having. The colorful characters are familiar to many of Durham passerby’s.  My kid’s never pass by without a long and drawn out “MOOOOOOO”. For the many a smile they provide, they are today’s ordinary miracle. They are big, hairy beautiful miracles that amaze me every time I see them.  Today, I was lucky enough to meet these gargantuan bovines up close and personal and say hello. I swear their noses are larger than my head. Still, they were gentle and curious and hardly bashful for the camera.  Luckily, these Highland cattle have a wonderful home to graze; one that would make their Scottish cousins envious.  Today would be just another day I thank my lucky stars I live where I do.  These residents, although a bit hairy bring a uniqueness to town, one that keeps me smiling and the kids mooooing.