Clang-clang! Woof! Woof! Woof! Mooooooooo! A busy day in the chestnut forest. The cacophonous din of enormous cowbells and barking dogs announced the arrival of the small herd from miles away. Around this time of the year, I have come to know these sounds all too well, and I quickly put the dogs on a leash and took them down to the gate for the show.
After the chestnuts, the persimmons, and the vibrant colors turning on the leaves, la transumanza (the transhumance) is another one of those quaint occasions to mark the change in seasons. I can say with a fair amount of certainty that the snowfall of this past Sunday is the reason behind the herd’s movement from higher altitude. We’ve seen masses of sheep and goats before, but this is the first time I’ve seen cows taking over the road.
One of the shepherd dogs ran up to our gate to greet the westie (the doxie wasn’t thrilled at all) before running off back to work. Regardless of whether it was a he or a she, the brief visit was as if it had been an invite to join the circus. Yeah (woof), you could get all dirty and stinky (woof woof) and there won’t be any human to insist on a bath. What are you waiting for?