Showing all 2 results
I ‘ve always been a fan of the tranquility that cattle can bring to a landscape.
Yes, I also have very clear memories of grandpa’s rage at their dull-eyed stupidity when he was trying to move them (he even called one an “old bugger”, so you know he was serious), the bull I was forbidden to be within a half mile of, and the perfume of corral cleaning day, so it’s not all sunshine and roses…
But watching a calf being born was wondrous to me when I was 4 or 5 years old, and a lazy country afternoon just isn’t complete without a smattering of languid cattle in the distance, chewing contentedly.
I miss that.