It was a nice, clear day, not too hot. Strong crosswinds. I took the long way.

About half way I heard weird noises. Turned out to be a goat bleating--I passed a farmyard where a couple of dogs were chasing a pair of goats around. Not knowing if some farmer's livestock was being endangered, here, I turned back for another look. This time the picture was completely different. The dogs were lying in the shade with big grins on their faces, and the goats were by the roadside, bleating at me in a whiny sort of way. Meanwhile, a full pasture of cows across the road were watching intently with blank, "I know nothing!" expressions.

Danged if I didn't feel like a teacher who's walked into the classroom an instant too late to catch the class bullies in the act.

The rest of my commute was without incident. My ride home was a pleasant twilight run, with a bright moon.