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Following the herd is fine, until they all run off the side of a cliff together.
Ground the coursing of flocks run wild.
And when one kind of animal overruns an area to the point where many kinds of animal begin to starve, it's up to the predators to thin out the herds before there's nothing left for anyone. That's a simple truth whether you're talking about deer or humans.
Horses make a landscape look beautiful.
The formation of a herd is a significant victory and advance in the struggle against depression.
In valley drift we meet commonly with the bones of quadrupeds which graze on plains bordering rivers.
To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I'm a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
Work is the province of cattle.
Now and then we hear the wilder voices of the wilderness, from animals that in the hours of darkness do not fear the neighborhood of man: the coyotes wail like dismal ventriloquists, or the silence may be broken by the snorting and stamping of a deer.
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows that surround it. We need the tonic of wildness ...
I felt motion in the landscape; in the fresh, easy-blowing morning wind, and in the earth itself, as if the shaggy grass were a sort of loose hide, and underneath it herds of wild buffalo were galloping, galloping ... Alone,
Man is a solitary animal condemned to live in herds.
Goats and monkies!
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.
Sheep and goats and cows
gather 'round a manger bed
to awe at a babe.
You're searching for unicorns among mules.
Kings rise and fall, Dunk thought, and cows and smallfolk go about their business.
To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him.
The rush of a herd of bellowing yaks at a wild gallop, waving their huge tails, is a grand sight.
Cows are gentle, interesting animals.
Should I be in distress? In a meadow? You mean if the cows organize some sort of attack? I have extensive experience with cows. They almost never do that." "Forget
I've got cattle on 4,000 acres about 100 miles east of Dallas, but I've also got another 65-acre ranch where I raise American miniature horses.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
grandmothers. Elephants
The purple haze of the wych elms; the blue flash of a kingfisher's wings; the statuesque rightness of the milch cows in that green place chomping on the rich flood-grass.
A rancher is a farmer who farms the public lands with a herd of four-legged lawn mowers.
I often had to pass over photographs because in a mass of animals invariably one would be wandering in the wrong direction, thereby disrupting the pattern I was trying to achieve. Today the ability to digitally alter this disruption is at hand.
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough.
[Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
A study of animal communities has this advantage: they are merely what they are, for anyone to see who will and can look clearly; they cannot complicate the picture by worded idealisms, by saying one thing and being another; here the struggle is unmasked and the beauty is unmasked.
They were a bit like cows but twice and large,
In Argentina, we're surrounded by polo ponies. The farm covers roughly 170 hectares, and there are no cattle or sheep, just horses.
The land is not in the least bit fertile and yet the cattle herds grow larger and larger. A cow represents capital investment here.
Once the herd starts moving in one direction, it's very hard to turn it, even slightly.
Like every other guide or wildlife lover who is eventually eaten or trampled, I felt that I had a bond with this herd that would make me safe with them. I wanted to try my luck again.
The countryside they
One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.
It's very common to implement mob grazing and double your production for a per-acre capitalisation investment ... because it doesn't take any more corraling, no more electricity, rent, machinery or labour to double your production on an existing place.
The best way to control cow and sheep is to give them a big grazing field.
No herd is more herd than the mass of ignorant people!
But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow.
Pigs and cows and chickens and people are all competing for grain.
Tanka
Black-and-white Holsteins
Crowd downfield at feeding time,
Mingling their blotches.
It is like ice breaking up
In a dark, swollen river.
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.
Am looking for signs of life, although I know I won't find them. I'm not sure how the poachers took this herd down. They use guns and spears, sometimes arrows poisoned with acokanthera. I've
I'M SCURRYING AROUND THE HOUSE, TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT I should pack (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) and what I should leave behind (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) when I'm stopped in my tracks by the lowing and braying of the animals in the barn.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
Windmills were giants, and the monks' mules dromedaries, flocks of sheep armies of enemies,
A flock of angels are coming to see me...or a gaggle? A herd? No, they aren't animals. A legion... That's the word.
My great forte in killing buffaloes was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd and shooting their leaders. Thus the brutes behind were crowded to the left, so that they were soon going round and round.
I had a vague dread that wild cattle might be near.
The herd will be gathered together and tamed again, however, and this time for good. And then we shall give them tranquil, humble happiness, suitable for such weak creatures.
In the distance an elk bull bellowed, the strange screaming noise a signal to a cow as strong as the urine that covered its belly.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.
With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
They parade for us
In zoos - in portraits
Of every generation.
After a lifetime of nature shows and magazine photos, we arrive at the woods conditioned to expect splendor - surprised when the parking lot does not contain a snarl of animals attractively mating and killing each other.
Stolid pack-animals are much more fit for carrying loads than thoroughbred horses: who ever subdued their noble speed with a heavy burden?
As in the wild there were predators and prey, so, too, did they exist among men in towns and cities. The hardworking peasants were the grazers, and the thieves were the starving coyotes.
It's like hunting cows
Around them small animals scampered along knotted cables and flaking vines, chirruping, squealing, venting yellow farts. Everywhere was animation, purpose, hurry. Momentum.
Americans are good at herding Bison. The end.
Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.
Every man carries a menagerie in himself; and, by stirring him up all around, you will find every sort of animal represented there.
Dear friends, do you know that you are lucky people? You don't have any cows to lose.
Got anything we can cull the herd with?"
Nick stared at Zane for a few seconds. "I never realized how disturbing your accent is until you use cow analogies."
"Yeah okay, say 'car'.
Animals, like us, have rich and spacious interiors. They contain inner landscapes: desert places and lonely canyons, cliffs of madness and rivers or serene awareness that merge in tranquil seas.
In the wilderness, only the most terrible beasts of prey cavort and gambol. Deer and rabbits play no games.
Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.
Before we have the complete solution of the whys and wherefores of herding and flocking and schooling, there must be a great deal of uncomfortable climbing and diving, hiding in unpleasant places, getting wet and hot and cramped and weary.
Every man is entitled to come to Cattle-Show, even a transcendentalist; and for my part I am more interested in the men than in the cattle.
I will weep and wail for the mountains and take up a lament concerning the desert pastures. They are desolate and untraveled, and the lowing of cattle is not heard. The birds of the air have fled and the animals are gone.
Cows sometimes wear an expression resembling wonderment arrested on its way to becoming a question. In the eye of superior intelligence, on the other hand, lies the nil admirari spread out like the monotony of a cloudless sky.
In the hurtling pronghorn, the vanished predators have left behind a heartrending spectacle. Through the smoking displays of wild abandon runs a desperate spirit, resigned to racing pickup trucks in its eternal longing for cheetahs.
How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours.
Animals are less alone with roaring than we are with all these words.
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
The armies massing ... crowding thick-and-fast
as the swarms of flies seething over the shepherds' stalls
in the first spring days when the buckets flood with milk-
so many long-haired Achaeans swarmed across the plain
to confront the Trojans, fired to smash their lines
The cattle crouched round them in soft shadowy clumps, placidly munching, and dreaming with wide-open eyes. The narrow zone of colour created by the firelight was like the planet Earth - a little freak of brightness in a universe of impenetrable shadows
"You got beef, bring your cow, I will cattle you"
When you look at elephant herds that are nonstressed, the males are never around. They mate, they go; they're loners.
If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.
Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Cows, after leaving the low lands near the coast, are found to be plentiful everywhere, and to produce milk in small quantities, from which butter is made.
I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense native forest ... pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.
If there be no place for wild bison in all of Montana, then surely we have crossed a line between the Last Best Place and the the Once Best Place.
shuffled their way through the cattle shoots in front of each restaurant's counter.
Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean, But where there are abundant crops, the strength of an ox is evident.
Most animal species stuck together in packs or schools, flocks or herds. But human beings separated themselves and sat behind locked doors.
Networked cows are the most effective milk generators on the planet.
Animals in the wild lead lives of compulsion and necessity within an unforgiving social hierarchy in an environment where the supply of fear is high and the supply of food is low and where territory must constantly be defended and parasites forever endured.
Animals when in company walk in a proper and sensible manner, in single file, instead of sprawling all across the road and being of no use or support to each other in case of sudden trouble or danger.
You, me, the animals in the wild, the animal at your feet, the animal on your plate, the person next to you - We are all one We are all holy cows Moo
This world is like Noah's Ark.
In which few men but many beasts embark.
The calf scramble will be during both rodeo performances and consist of children attempting to catch and halter several loose calves. If a child succeeds, he or she will receive a certificate to purchase a breeding animal to raise and bring back to the livestock show next year.
When the dust settles, the horses will be gone
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
Doctoring sick calves becomes my sole work. I don't even notice when or where the new ones were born. My days and nights are lived in the herd, and an intimacy blossoms as it does when one attends any gravely ill being, after talk becomes impossible or unnecessary to exchange.