I think these are Highland cattle but I am not sure. I like the look of them. They are stocky and compact, giving the impression that they could weather the storms of cow life, except perhaps for that final journey to the slaughter house. Watching cattle grazing in the fields has a way of calming a person. Is it the fact that they lead a simple life and seem to have no cares? Their needs are basic and uncomplicated and when met, they are happy and content. It matters not the length of ones life, but the quality of the time given us. We seem to waste so much time pursuing those things that we believe will make us happy, only to find that they often do not. High expectations and lofty goals are laudable, but can also lead to big disappointment when not reached. If we cannot be like the beasts of the field, then we can at least take the time to watch them to calm down our frenetic lives.
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Umm-hmmm.....winter...sitting in the manger watching huge lips wiggle, drawing in favorite tender morsels of green hay, steam spouting gently from equine nostrils, the sweet smell of crushed grass on warm breath, the feel of horse whiskers on my cheek. "At this moment there must be peace everywhere" I thought.
You have refreshed a nostalgic memory. Thanks, Chris
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