The hollow horned ruminants graze, and gaze.
Being around cattle imbues me with contentment; they are pure and peaceful and accepting, which I am not always.
We saw one that had been crossed with a poodle. Delectable curls on his broad forehead.
And his friend, who had about as much foresight as George Dubya.
The great thing about cattle is that they will stand still for hours whilst I shoot, never worrying about which is their best side. Or whether they have spinach on their teeth.
Thank heavens for my 18-200 VR lens. No need to cross the fence.
Total bovine bliss.