Apr 2017
the cows have been set loose from their wintering in the byres
calves are being born and cavorting in the fields
they roam far and wide on our Island, munching their way through the grass.
Having lived in this property for seven summers now, I recognise each and every cow, they come close to the end of the garden at times and I go out and speak cattle talk to them, moos coming out my throat, I am sure I look quite mad to anyone who may happen along.
The calves stay in crèche, minded by their mothers, their gambolling play just like children, chase, hide and seek, and the males test their strength by way of mock head on battles.
The almost constant mooing comes through the open windows, a most lovely sound of calling voices across the fields.
The Bull will soon be separated and will stand at his fence bellowing to the skies. Summer here truly is my bit of Heaven on Earth, for others a complete Hell, but hey it takes all sorts as we all know.
calves are being born and cavorting in the fields
they roam far and wide on our Island, munching their way through the grass.
Having lived in this property for seven summers now, I recognise each and every cow, they come close to the end of the garden at times and I go out and speak cattle talk to them, moos coming out my throat, I am sure I look quite mad to anyone who may happen along.
The calves stay in crèche, minded by their mothers, their gambolling play just like children, chase, hide and seek, and the males test their strength by way of mock head on battles.
The almost constant mooing comes through the open windows, a most lovely sound of calling voices across the fields.
The Bull will soon be separated and will stand at his fence bellowing to the skies. Summer here truly is my bit of Heaven on Earth, for others a complete Hell, but hey it takes all sorts as we all know.
