The Hills Have Cow Eyes

But not for long. They're on the move, having been disturbed by a loud and clumsy photographer. I get a few pictures before a ridge gets between me and them. And then I head back to my car. I had the wrong lens for the distance, and wanted to get something longer. I swap the lens and then head back down the road a little way, figuring I could at least shoot the flora, what with the fauna having given me the slip.
Except... they hadn't. Quite the opposite, in fact. Because the
moment I looked over the barbed wire fence, I discovered where the
herd had gone. They'd gathered by the gate in the fence, just across
from my parking spot. And they were all looking at me. With
interest, or at least as much interest as a cow is capable of showing.
I wondered if they were used to someone coming to feed them, and if
I'd acted sufficiently farmerlike to fire the synapses in their little
bovine brains. But I got a few shots before they lost interest or had
another thought. Not that that was all that likely. And I never did
get a model release. Are hoof prints legally binding?
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