Years ago, in the late 60s, I noticed a huge cow grazing happily at the top of our sloping garden. The garden was opposite a field of cows and one of them had obviously made a bid for freedom. With a 10 month old baby, I was in no position to do anything myself, so I phoned the police. A very young policeman arrived, took a look at the cow and was clearly very shocked. He made no attempt to move the cow, just got paler and paler. In the end, I thrust the baby into his arms and moved the cow myself! Luckily, I had spent childhood holidays with grandparents in the country so I wasn’t phased by a cow!
I understand now that cows are aggressive, but in those days I remember them being calm and gentle. In fact, the fastest way down to the village was through a field of cows and people walked there all the time, even young children heading for the playground. What changed, I wonder?