Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Cows Come Home

You know it's the end of summer when the cows come down from the south and high pasture
and into our pasture behind us.
The calves have weening plates stuck in their noses.  In a week they'll be separated from their mothers and there will be an awful mooing and bawling.
 In another week the calves are willing to listen to reason.
"If you are going to make a break for it," I said, "now's the time."

1 comment:

Garry Wyndham said...

Sitting on a terrace overlooking St Paul de Vence, I feel a little sorry for those cows. It's 26C here and will be for the rest of the week. Whereas its gonna get mighty cold, mighty soon there.

Cheers mate