Walking the calf


Dateline: Panama
     A calf on a leash is eating weeds just outside my backyard this morning.  His owner is with him, walking him like a dog, as the calf slowly snacks up the road.  That’s a pretty busy road, so I’m pleased the owner has him on a lead. 
     When I lived at the beach an entire herd regularly “escaped” and came strolling past hunting greens.  But now I live in town, a 10 minute walk from the town center.  I hadn’t expected this kind of bucolic experience here, but I’m delighted.  This kind of thing is why I live in Panama, why I love living here.

     The grass is pretty long, as you can see.  It grows incredibly fast and with great determination.  We had the place scalped not 3 weeks ago, and now there’s at least 16 inches to cut.  Most people use a weed whacker (a man with a weed whacker can support a family quite well here), but some cut their grass with a machete.  As a machete is only about $2.50, I bought myself a “knoife” and gave it a try.  I even used a whetstone first – and during.  I can safely say that it is not my thing.  I’m calling the guy with the weed whacker today.  The calf didn’t eat nearly enough.