A work memory
When I was working as an Engineering Geologist in the Bay Area, I had many occasions to do field work, which I thoroughly enjoyed. On one field trip, I was mapping in the east bay, along a new proposed highway realignment, so it was open land. The terrain was hilly, with the typical oak trees and grasses, and rock outcrops. I was hiking up a hill, which was covered with long golden grass, scattered oaks, and some rounded rock boulders the same color as the grass at the top of the hill. As I got closer and closer to the the rock boulders, I suddenly realized to my horror, that they were breathing! Yup, they were humongous bulls (taller than me before they got to their feet!), the same color as the grass, complete with wicked looking horns. The bulls were contentedly lying in the grass, and looking away from the steep side of the hill where I (wearing a brilliant orange vest) was approaching. I halted, holding my breath, and very very quietly and slowly, backed down the hill, my eyes riveted on the animals. When I got to the foot of the hill, I beat a very hasty retreat to and over the fence. Whew!