If you have ever stopped to commune with cows in a field, you’ll have noted their softness of gaze, big-eyed pools of curiosity.
If you have never stopped to commune with cows, please consider doing so. It’s worth it.
‘He saw again the snow-capped mountains of his youth, the little gingerbread houses, the grey, soft-eyed cattle grazing in the blossom-carpeted meadows, and he heard the heart-warming tinkling of their bells.’
Source: Paul Gallico, The Small Miracle, illus. Edgar Norfield (London: Michael Joseph, 1958), p. 34
