We were transfixed. For hours we watched as a pack of mangy stray dogs and half a dozen little puppies squabbled over the fresh carcass of a small pig which had apparently expired of natural causes (we'd thought it was sleeping earlier). Dog politics are fascinating.
Next morning though, the tranquility was exploded by a cacaphony of noise from outside our room. There was a huge weekend vegetable wholesalers market set up in the street right under our window and men were all yelling at each other and haggling over huge bales of various veggies. This is when the animal politics got really interesting as we spent about 3 hours before breakfast tracking the seemingly innocent looking dozen or so cows who cruised like sharks around and through the market, dumbly staring at the ground until someone left a bundle of greenery unattended for a few seconds and then they would POUNCE! It was spellbinding.
The best thing was that whenever a guy would catch a cow munching on his produce he'd yell and wave his arms and run towards it, but never actually touch the beast. Instead he'd just shoo it off three feet or so and then blithely turn his back again and resume haggling. Naturally after a few minutes of staring into space to consider its options, the cow would quickly zero in for another almighty chomp.
I'm thinking of making a series on it, Crocodile Hunter style. But somehow "The Cow Watcher"just doesn't have the same ring to it.
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