
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Heirloom
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Wordless Wednesday
A happy cow, living in the country, not a care in the world.
Cows feeding in front of their stable.
Does it feel like prison?
NB: The cows photographed in this post are all well cared for, as far as I know. They are not locked up in small stalls, they can go outside. But they were graciously willing to pose for me.

When I was three years old I contracted whooping cough. At the time, the treatment consisted of symptomatic relief, and caregivers were advised to let patients into fresh air, preferably sea or mountain climate.
We neither had close to us but for six weeks my grandpa put me on his shoulders and walked up these hills until we reached the castle on the left, quite a lot of steep paths through the thick forest in wonderful, healthy air.
He was indefatigable.