I don’t often write specifically about cows. Although, when I do encounter them on a walk, they will usually receive a mention in one of my posts.
Here’s a question for everyone reading this…
Have you been chased or intimidated by a herd of cattle?
Perhaps even a single cow?
If you have a short story to share, please leave it in the comments section below.
I can only think of two occasions where I’ve had a bull make a move towards me.
It was possibly four years ago when I first climbed Nyland Hill and continued my walk around the Somerset Levels of Rodney Stoke. One field gate I passed was marked with the usual ‘bull in field’ sign. But the cows were far across in the opposite corner.
As soon as I set foot in to their field, an individual from the herd began to run across the field towards me. It would probably have taken twenty seconds to complete the journey (and possibly butt me back up, over and on to the road) but, in any case, I didn’t hang around; jogging back to the gate, scrambling over and opting for a alternative and likely safer route.
From the moment I’d crossed back over the gate, the bull had dropped its pace, although he still showed an interest in taking a close look at me. Behind him now, the greater herd of brown cows (I always forget the breeds) were slowly following as well.
My second incident was perhaps only last year, when coming to the end of a walk that started to the south of Chew Valley Lake in North East Somerset.
I had to cross a field less than one hundred metres wide. Both the path and its access points were clear and I’d clocked a small herd of cattle lying on the ground and away to the left-hand corner. I crossed three-quarters of this field without having ‘raised the alarm’ and, suddenly, one of them leapt up to me and began to run, with its head down!
I was so close to the gate, it was almost ridiculous. Without even thinking, I turned around, threw my arms up high and shouted something at it… To which it would slow down and allow me to passing through the kissing gate without being forced.
You could argue that it wasn’t much of a bull charging. But my point is that I encounter fields of cattle on the majority of my walks and I very rarely come to any difficulty. At worst, they tend to surround me and unknowingly block my way forward. Many cows are just curious. have poor eyesight and, depending on the time of day, they may think you’re the friendly farmer who’s come to feed them.
They’re not always out for blood, despite what you may read. Although it is well known that dog walkers are often at a greater risk.
As with sheep, I also find they can be particularly curious in the spring time, shortly after they’ve been released from their slumber.
This may be a controversial issue… But I do feel that generally, too much is being made of ‘what can go wrong’ in a situation where a public right of way crosses a field of cattle. As I’ve said; the strong majority of my own experiences have been very positive and I’m still alive enough to be able to talk about the two occasions where things didn’t bode so well.
I believe we’re collectively in danger of sending a message that says:
Never enter a field with even a single cow
When what I feel we should be doing is offering advice and encouragement on how to approach such a situation. For example – and this is something I’ve discussed with two people recently – have an escape plan in mind. Which usually involves hugging a field boundary and looking for an emergency exit, should the need arise. At least that gets people in to the situation, from which I hope they can gradually learn that not all cows are out to kill us.