The Peace of Cattle Beasts

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By Jim Hagarty
I grew up on a farm in Canada where we raised as many as 300 cattle every year. I loved these gentle giants but knew the limits of my interactions with them. When a thousand pound steer wants to play with you, you can be in about as much trouble as you would be if he wants to hurts you. For that reason, my father always discouraged us from making pets of any of them. These wonderful photos of cattle grazing and at rest were taken this week in Huron County in southwestern Ontario, Canada, a few hours drive from Toronto, by blogger Al Bossence (thebayfieldbunch.com).

Photo by Al Bossence (thebayfieldbunch.com)

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.