I’m just back from Israel. I’ve logged many miles of rock strewn trails in the Upper Galilee and in the Golan Heights, where nearly all trails are heavily sprinkled with rocks. Where these trillions of good-sized rocks came from remained a mystery, but there they were, to be avoided or stepped upon.
I think I also saw this cow. I met many on those trails. It seems that if there is no barbed wire, they roam freely. Their horns (they all have 2 foot-long horns) continue to get my attention. In my childhood past, in Brooklyn, you kept your eyes open for long, and the sharps. My readers have sought to Comment in the past, and assuage my apprehension. One friend wrote “pay no attention, for all they want to do is. . . eat.” Believe me when I share that one of these gals, on Mt. Belvoir, slowly began to head toward me, and I just as slowly, backpedalled. Don’t want you-all to learn that one conflicted cow clocked poor Jeffrey.
Butterflies? Yes, yes. The slides are being developed!