Back to the cows, and a long way to go to catch up. The dairy family didn't release the cows right away, so Lee and I waited. Finally we asked when they were going to let them out and they said they wouldn't that day because a dignitary was in town and the authorities were enforcing the twice-a-year enforced law against allowing cattle to move freely on the streets. This was like Guiliani clearing NYC of homeless people for the Republican convention, or me picking up the house for a party. Cattle caught out would be loaded onto a truck and moved to a huge parking lot where they would be held until the owner paid a fine/ransom of 1,800 rupees. That's around $36 U.S., and a lot of money in India. So we thought the day was over. Then they let them out, anyway, and we took off after a group of 5 or 6 cows that Lee liked. Nothing like a group of cows to run interference through heavy traffic. The cows moved with a purpose across one of the busiest streets in our town, and straight down another one. We kept up.
The photo shows my feet at the end of a day of cow shadowing.