Trump
We met during the summer of 2013. I admit I was nervous around her, she liked to walk up to me, and occasionally she would block the path, making my husband and I find a route around her.
One morning I arrived as the tide was going out, and the rocks were slippery. I fell with my hand out in an attempt to break my fall. Barnacles sliced up the side of my hand as I lay bleeding; out walks Trump. I scrambled to right myself while she approached. She stood 20 ft away, watching with great interest but did nothing. I have to be honest I did not expect to walk away. Trump began eating grass, keeping her eyes on me as I backed away. I beetled off to find my husband for first aid and a hug :) This photo was taken in 2021.
