The cattle are now grazing a narrow area along the river bank at the southern entrance end of Wilden Marsh – close to the scrapyard – they are locked in. Unlike the north and middle marshes, the southern marsh doesn’t have a riverside stock fence. The second of the downstream weirs is in river section where the cattle are now.
I whistle when approaching the cattle; they spend most of the time with their heads down, concentrating on eating, and are oblivious to what’s happening around them. If they suddenly become aware that I’m in their midst, it startles them – not good if they are standing on the riverbank edge . The river is immediately behind Wayne. When I whistle, their all their heads shoot up in unison; the cattle are used to a quiet life away from people.
Wayne the belted Galloway says hello!
Babe having a rest.
Your images are like paintings.
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I’ve said this so many times: I’m never sure if “Your images are like paintings” is a good thing.
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It so is – so beautiful and buccolic.
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Thank you, Raewyn. Long grass, grazing cattle, a winding river and long sunny evenings do seem to fit together nicely.
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Contentment
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It is very pleasant for the cattle on Wilden Marsh: such lush vegetation, and plenty of it.
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Beautiful scene, great shot!
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Thank you! These are iPhone images.
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Wish I could do as well on my Iphone. Do you have an editing app?
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It’s a golden hour effect.
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Well great job… Keep it up!
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“Hello Wayne”. Does he like having those curls tickled?
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Not by people he doesn’t know.
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Great shots. So peaceful!
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Thank you, and it is very peaceful on Wilden Marsh.
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Idyllic shots.
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Thanks Tom. I’m glad you like the images.
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