I have heard a cow grunt before giving birth. Sometime for days, I have heard a cow bellow when their calf is taken away. Many times I have heard the moo when the feed truck comes but never did I imagine that I would hear a cow scream. It happened last summer when fierce rains gathered and swelled the dry gulch with fast, moving water, getting deeper and deeper. I could hear it sounding from over the ridge. “A cow is screaming across the arroyo,” I said to myself.
I drove to the ridge top and there was the tragedy unfolding; the cow being swept away by the new-formed current, its footing gone and moving downstream on its flank side, no hoofs on the ground. No matter how much effort was observed, it could not right itself. I watched until I could see it no more.
dVerse prompt flash fiction using the quote by James Harrison
4 thoughts on “Beyond the Arroyo”
Stark chilling write
Well described tragedy. I can imagine such a cow screaming.
Nature can be so destructive – but the sun will soon shine and all one sees is beauty! Nice write!
Wow! Nicely done.