Sorry for the radio silence, but I have been under a gag order of sorts, due to the fact that…well I can’t tell you yet.
But there are some things that I can blog about, and one of them is dead cows. That’s right, dead cows. I was out for a lunchtime run along the Eastside Esplanade in downtown Portland last week, and being that I don’t run at the speed of sound (or light for that matter) I had plenty of time to take in the sights along the way. I was running along, enjoying the one sunny day we’ve had since last October, when I saw a group of seagulls having what looked to be an organized Teamsters meeting in a small marina off the Esplanade.
I can just imagine the conversation they were having…
What are we going to do with him now?
I don’t know. This was your idea!
I said “cow tipping” not cow dipping!
As I got closer I noticed why all of the seagulls were hanging out in the marina. Dead cow floating.
We’ve had a lot of rain in Portland over the past month and the river is running really high. I figure it swamped some farmland somewhere along the way, and this cow just got trapped and eventually carried away.
I posted the following status to Facebook:
“I went for a lunchtime run on the waterfront and saw a dead cow floating in the Willamette River. The End.”
I have since been back to that spot and the dead cow and the seagulls are gone. I posted the following status update to Facebook:
“I thought you’d like to know that the dead cow that was floating in the Willamette last week has either: a) Been consumed by the local wildlife (the seagulls looked awfully fat and happy), b) Been taken away by some official agency, or c) Has floated downriver to the Columbia and is now docked behind Salty’s restaurant.”
I still run along the Esplanade at lunch a few times a week, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pass that spot again without thinking about that dead cow floating.