An Afternoon with the Cows!

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“Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.”   ~ Thomas de Quincey


Late yesterday afternoon, after I’d finally finished the last of my psychic readings for the day, we all piled into the old farm ute and drove down to the river flats to check the feed (for you city folk that means we went to see how much grass was left in the paddock). Pleasingly, the river paddock still holds plenty of grass, even though it has homed the mothers and their bubs all summer. It’s been a good season. Plenty of rain. Plenty of heat. The herd are fat and happy, and many of the cows are close to birthing our new drop of calves.

It was an absolute delight to sit on the ground while the dogs cavorted and ran backwards and forwards from the river, and to watch the herd quietly grazing. Cows are curious animals, and they all came over to say hello.

I love living here, being surrounded by nature and the calming qualities of our bovine friends.

And check Calvin the calf out. Isn’t he getting big? But still cute as a button!

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Hi! I'm Nicole Cody. I am a writer, psychic, metaphysical teacher and organic farmer. I love to read, cook, walk on the beach, dance in the rain and grow things. Sometimes, to entertain my cows, I dance in my gumboots. Gumboot dancing is very under-rated.
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4 thoughts on “An Afternoon with the Cows!

  1. I so love watching cows. There were herds of them on the reservation behind our home and my dog and I would watch them intently for many minutes as they grazed and we walked. They give you a feeling of comfort. Calvin is adorable.

  2. Love when you share your cows, Nicole. I grew up on a cattle ranch, but left that place long ago. It was traumatizing at roundup time, when calves would be separated from their mothers. Oh how they cried for each other, and I cried for them.

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