Holy cow, Jaffna
Last night some guys stole the cow down the lane. Apparently they just loaded it in a truck and drove away. From what I hear it’s going for slaughter, which kinda sucks. I remember the old white cow with its rheumy eyes, poking its nose in the gate trying to get some of that good garden feed. Otherwise I’d see the fellow doing his rounds among the garbage and the shoots of grass here and there. The cows are probably my favorite animals in this neighborhood. There the only ones I haven’t seen dead so far, except for old Milky now. What’s weird is that she lived round the corner from the butchery, so she must have seen that hanging cow carcass every day, like some sorta omen. Like, you may walk this neighborhood, but don’t forget your place.
Ah, the animals down my lane. There are the cats that peek in and out of the verandah, leaving behind an occasional smell. There’s the polecat on the roof, and the feral dogs on the lane. Once one of the garden cats ran into the dogs and got its head ripped off. That was unpleasant. That was the third cat carcass in the past few weeks. I saw one on the main road missing a head, car probably. I saw another baby one in a garbage pile, all dead and wet. On the other end of the food chain, today I saw a dead rat in the road, which I noticed only as the crows flew away. His innards were hanging out like a small pink balloon. I had to wait a few hours to eat my roti and lunu miris.
Honestly, the cows are the only animals I haven’t seen offensively dead or otherwise grossing me out. They have gentle eyes and I like the way they make a mess out of traffic. Where are they going? Do they commute to some factory job and come back in the evenings? Down the way there’s a huge plot of land with nothing but cows, broken cars, a container and a shack on it. It seems like a nice life. Except for the Dehiwala cattle thieves.