A somewhat artistically arranged display of cow butts.
When we went to Stonehenge last weekend, I decided to explore the paths that led to the burial mounds rather than the route around the stones themselves. After all, I've seen the stones many times—I've lost count—and was there only a week or so before, listening to the audio I've almost memorized now.
So we walked through a field surprisingly filled with cows, which meant of course that I hardly paid the mounds any attention and focused my (still defective) lens on the bovine beauties. These cows were joined by two bulls, the lesser of whom you see there on the right. I'm kind of glad they all had their backsides toward me; I wasn't anxious to attract his attention, though he seemed amiable enough.
Here's another one, with the stones in the distance (next to an otherworldly blob, courtesy my defective lens). This calf was so pretty I didn't even notice the stone circle was in the background until I chose it from my imported photos.
He let me get pretty close, realizing my broken Nikon was no threat, but not close enough to actually touch him. Otherwise I think I'd have put him in the back of the Volvo and brought him home, he was so cute.
You can also see the cars in the background, some of the million or so visitors that visit Stonehenge every year. Not sure if they count repeaters like me twice.
