There used to be cows on this farm, up until a year or so ago. I would often drive down this road – Route 68 on the way to Bennington, Vt. and I would usually pull over to watch the cows or horses grazing.
Sometimes there were calves grazing with their mothers. There is something wonderfully grounding and calming about watching cows, perhaps because they are, unlike human beings, so grounded.
This is an old story in Vermont, and New York State, and elsewhere, their greed and arrogance are taking nature away from and handing it over to hungry corporations.
I don’t think there will ever be cows on this farm, and I see fewer and fewer of them. Hardly any are left to graze freely out in pastures, the ones I do seep spend there lives locked up in giant barns on concrete floors.
They are just milking machines now, and when their milk production drops, they are put down, nor more sweet and leisurely lives in the shade of a tree.
Farmers, who fed and nurtured us for centuries, are no longer considered efficient in the new global economy, economists and politicians have turned their backs on them.
There used to be cows on this farm, and I miss them.