At the junction of Island View Road and the Pat Bay Highway are two meadows with cows in them. Some are portly, being heavy with offspring.
All are giving pleasure to walkers, cyclists, and car drivers. Every morning they wait in a group for the tractor to trundle up with their breakfast of hay. Artists are seen setting up their paints and stools as they sketch the animals, still busy munching. In my young day it was commonplace to see grazing herds of cows; now parents and small children delight in watching them — most tots have never see a cow in a field. The bovines stare back though big brown eyes, and continue chewing.
Some things in life are still free.
Margaret J. Jestico
Saanichton