Yes, cheesy title I know, but I couldn’t resist! I’ve been a little busy this week to process further images from our Ireland trip, so I thought I’d share some previously taken a little closer to home.
We’re lucky enough to live near a large area of common pasture land that is home to several herds of cattle. I’m quite a fan of cows (I think it’s their large emotional eyes), especially the shaggy, Highland variety. ‘Our’ cows, which are a mixed bag of Friesians and other dairy types, roam freely, often wandering into town and turning up in unlikely places. Whilst I always think it would be lovely to open the curtains and spot a cow in the garden, it’s probably a good job we live just far enough away for this not to happen – I doubt I’d be happy with crushed plant pots!
In addition to the images, I’ve added in a little poetry. It’s actually a Kenning – a collection of words that describe an object, derived from Old Norse and later used strongly in Icelandic and Anglo-Saxon poetry. I love poetry but I’m not great at writing it, so if I’m ever required to create one (it happens more often than you’d think…) I opt for this style. Quite a fun way to get children writing poetry too, or even ask them to guess what’s being described!
*As a toddler, my mum was left asleep in the car with the window down (it was the 1950s, everyone did it back then!). She woke up to a large cow with its head in the car, licking her face. I don’t think she ever really got over it…