A calf on a leash is eating weeds just outside my backyard this morning. His owner is with him, walking him like a dog, as the calf slowly snacks up the road. That's a pretty busy road, so I'm pleased the owner has him on a lead.
When I lived at the beach an entire herd regularly "escaped" and came strolling past hunting greens. But now I live in town, a 10 minute walk from the town center. I hadn't expected this kind of bucolic experience here, but I'm delighted. This kind of thing is why I live in Panama, why I love living here.The grass is pretty long, as you can see. It grows incredibly fast and with great determination. We had the place scalped not 3 weeks ago, and now there's at least 16 inches to cut. Most people use a weed whacker (a man with a weed whacker can support a family quite well here), but some cut their grass with a machete. As a machete is only about $2.50, I bought myself a "knoife" and gave it a try. I even used a whetstone first - and during. I can safely say that it is not my thing. I'm calling the guy with the weed whacker today. The calf didn't eat nearly enough.