Throughout the short, sweet ,Swiss summer, cows lazily graze in alpine bliss. Left to others care, these makers of milk are abandon in the green well watered hills to wander at will. When the days shorten however and the nights slowly cool, the cows are rounded up and brought down the mountains in public procession.
Farmers glow pridefully while descending the slopes at the end of the season, They wear smiles, large, like wheels of cheese, and in their grins you can hear them say: “These are my cows, they are beautiful and I am Swiss. Its a lovely day to be alive.”
(Unfortunately I had problems loading my video of the cows coming down so I was forced to use someone elses You-Tube video. Its very similar.)
(Unfortunately I had problems loading my video of the cows coming down so I was forced to use someone elses You-Tube video. Its very similar.)
