64. Grass, for the cows

The big, brown eyes looked directly at me over the hedge. The farmer has brought his cows into the neighbouring field to graze the rich, late-summer grass. They are plump, healthy-looking animals and it is a pleasure to watch them from the Garden.

Cows, of course, are sacred in India, and are also associated with Brigit - according to legend, St. Brigit had a magic cow that could be milked three times a day and always had enough milk for the whole community.

I thought about the strange fact that such large animals mainly eat grass - which we humans cannot digest - and turn it into milk and meat. It seems rather miraculous, almost like turning water into wine.

Indifferent to my musings, the big, shiny animals continue to graze happily in the afternoon sun.