While visiting Kilver Court Garden on my birthday, we found a dusty path that led to a gate overlooking a field. Suddenly a face peeped out from behind a wall on the other side of the field. It was a beautiful cow with horns, unlike any I've seen before. She slowly ambled down the field, keeping close to the wall, and was followed in turn by her herd mates, including a very impressive bull and a pretty little calf. They stood together at the bottom of the field, eating and gazing, and looking just like an old painting.
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The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
Robert Louis Stevenson