I spent a gorgeous Sunday afternoon driving through the pastoral countryside of Sonoma and Marin Counties. Every once in awhile it’s nice to open the view and remind oneself that there are other beings we share this planet with and that food doesn’t just come out of a grocery store bag. I was driving through farm land (except for the startling sudden appearance of a dimly lit Redwood forest along Nicasio Valley Road) and there were the usual suspects loafing around in the grass or up on aerial lines: cows, sheep, crows, the occasional hawk, a few horses and donkeys.
(A thought about cows: why do I always think they look so uncomfortable in their bodies? Whereas a tiger looks to me as though she knows she won the lottery of corporeal apparatus, a body that performs at the Olympic gold level whether lounging or on the chase.)
It’s not shocking to me to see llamas or alpacas in California anymore. I’ve seen small herds out in the countryside, and in the residential neighborhoods of Montara and Berkeley. I spotted one in Freestone today where I had stopped at Osmosis for an enzyme bath.
But the guy in this photo? This guy had me laughing so hard I had to stop the car and take his picture. A biker rode by and did a U-turn and laughed along with me. And then this guy yawned five times to show us just how much lack of concern he had over the immigration of Bactrian camels into the midst of dairy cows in coastal California. We are all brothers and sisters, my friend. Get used to it.