The herd seems calm as always, cows walking freely in small groups, interacting, grazing, their tails flicking idly as they groom each other, napping in the tall grass, all shiny coats and glossy noses.

There have been a few new calves, always appreciated.

The children run around their mothers, tripping over their own feet. Some workers like to stop for a moment to watch the cows when they pass the pen; it's easy to see why with the calm atmosphere. The two bulls are on opposite sides of the pen for now, with the twenty or so cow hybrids resting.