Cow in mud

Yesterday I went to SeaView Senior High School to check that they are ready for a dude called Craig Paxton to do his Maths camp next week. They are ready. But on the way I just had to pause and check out a bunch of wee boys pulling a cow out of a swamp.

The rains have just come and the poor cows are obviously not used to it. This skinny half-calf was sitting in the middle of the mud going nowhere until a team of, I dunno, 7 year olds came to pull it by the horns and tail.

They were making progress with it, slowly. It didn’t seem that keen; its only contribution was to lighten the load by pooing on one boys feet as he yanked its tail up.

I went off to the school to have my meeting. It was a short one and I returned via the same route with interest, to see where they had got to. Progress again and he was nearly at the dry bit. I went to help them, like America at the end of the second world war (although my hands did get a bit muddy). Felt like we were going to rip the poor things head off and it definitely wasn’t helping us one bit. They knew it was right to get the cow out though. A bit more heaving and it gunned its skinny legs into action like Bambi and wobbled to a stand. Job well done, I nodded to the leader (you can tell which one, I think. Furthest right except for mickey mouse kid). Cow walked off. Boys walked off.

Halfway through one boy had tried to steal my rucsac but the leader told him off.
Cows are worth a lot of money. I hope the boys each got a decent dinner that night or at least a thank you.