Cows.

So.  The other day I wrote a brief post about the animals we live with here (I omitted the mosquitoes, by the way, but they're also here in force... more on that some other time).  But today, another post about animals, because today they rebelled.

Jack and I were walking home from work, around 6pm, when suddenly we heard the clanging of bells and the bellowing of cows.  From the area around the apartment bloc we live in came a herd of about 8 cows, walking speedily and bellowing fiercely, glowering at we pesky humans walking down the sidewalk.  They crossed onto the road next, and proceeded to strut down it like they owned the place, causing cars and maxi taxis to honk and swerve wildly to avoid them... 'cause these cows were NOT moving.

We watched and laughed until they were out of sight, their bells ringing in the distance.  I have no idea whose cows they were, but they were definitely not being herded.  I kept waiting for some old man to leap up from a nap in the shade and go racing after them, but it didn't happen.  Instead, the cows just strutted off into the sunset.

Oh, Romania.  How I love thee.