A chance encounter.
|The fear was such that you could almost reach out and touch it in them; young, and inexperienced in the field, their eyes were wide with terror. Their immature and still developing muscles were tensed and alert - their bodies ready to comply with an instinctive sense that the sensible reaction at the moment would be to turn and run.
And yet something held them there, watching and waiting with a curiosity that kept them transfixed. They watched each other keenly for reaction in quick, furtive glances as the threat approached. It was the erratic aspect of the movement that was the most un-nerving; combined with their inability to identify the approaching enemy with any sense of certainty......there appeared to be no courage amongst the group of five to deal with the danger. As the distance closed however, they simply could not control their instincts any longer, finally turning in frantic retreat.
One of them, perhaps braver than the others if one chose to think optimistically; perhaps less intelligent if choosing to be a pessimist, stopped and turned as he rightly sensed the approaching terror had suddenly ceased its forward movement toward them. His companions, realizing he was no longer with them, slowed and turned with trepidation in the direction that they had come from. They watched as their companion bravely stood his ground and stared.
Finally, realizing the enemy was completely stilled, he approached. Taking small, furtive steps, the young calf approached the white plastic bag that the subsiding wind had allowed to now lay still upon the soft, green grass.