Today’s Zero to Hero assignment is to change the blog header. This post is written after I changed the header image from the default Chateau theme castle interior to an image of a calf.
I liked the sophisticated atmosphere that the default header gave. I would have liked to change to something in the same mood, but I could not find any picture I have taken that delivers what I want. And so be it, let’s change the mood of this blog, I am not in any way unhappy with the new header. I can always change back later if I regret my decision.
I settled for a picture of an Austrian calf that I met in the alps. The calf was gracing the mountainside with his herd when I came walking along the path. I could notice that the creatures were used to meeting humans. They barely moved to let me pass, they were curious and unafraid. Like cows often are.
I find cows to be very pleasant and loving animals. Cows have been part my life from time to time. As I grew up with one foot in farming, I had quite a lot to do with calfs and bulls that my father raised. Between ten and twelwe years old I pretty much managed a small stock of around ten animals myself. After that my father’s business changed direction and he decided to not continue with cattle.
When I was seventeen and eighteen I lived with a veterinary and his family. That gave me the opportunity to go out and work in the field. This was in a dairy district, so I met many milk cows both in the pastures and in the stables.
In later years I have met cows and bulls mostly when hiking in farmlands or when I am jogging outside the small town where I live now. Actually my only dramatic encounter with a calf was a couple of years ago in our garden.
A half grown calf had run away from one of the farms, it had lived in the forrest for about a week. The owner and the farm hands had tried to catch it without success. They even brought its mother cow into the forrest to lure it. It did not work. The animals communicated, but the calf did not come to mommy.
One evening we heard a noice in our garden. When we looked out we saw four men and three shepherd dogs trying to corner the calf and catch him. I went outside and tried to help. After about forty minutes of chasing and blocking, the men and dogs were tired, but the calf was even more tired. One of the farm hands jumped over a bush, tackled the calf to the ground and roped its hoofs.
When things had settled down and the calf was led into the cattle trailer to go back home, the farmer said that the calf had got too much taste for the free life and it could expect to live the rest of its life indoors.