Wise cows

These are a couple of cows I ran into on my road trip over the holidays. They live a wonderful life eating grass on the hills somewhere off PCH, around 100 miles north of San Francisco, along side the most beautiful coastline in the entire world.

With no McDonalds in site and bunch of Prius driving hippies for local residents, these ladies have little to fear.

As I got out of the car to snap this photo off them, they stopped munching their fresh green grass to give me a piercing, brown-eyed look which roughly translated meant, “What the fuck are you doing?”

These cows post an interesting question for me. What the fuck am I doing?