"How now, red cow" doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?
When I was walking around Hedgerley the other day, we came across this lovely herd of auburn cows. (I would call them redheads, but I hated that term when I was little. After someone pointed out my hair was actually auburn, I insisted on that adjective ever since, which is why my drivers' license still says "auburn" instead of red or brown.)
There were also some other redheads—err, I mean auburn beauties nearby. The fields were full of pheasants, the males with their striking auburn and green plumage, the females a bit less noticeable—unless you're a dog, then you notice everything that runs across the ground.
These cows didn't seem bothered by the pheasants or the dog. Perhaps they thought we were there for feeding time, or maybe they'd heard of the exciting opportunities available on the internet—I'm sure word of Friday Cow Blogging has made the rounds of Buckinghamshire's finest cow pastures. But they stood and posed for us, pleasant creatures that they are. Unlike pheasants, who squawk and run whenever I pull out my camera.