Feeding Time

Feeding Time | Twisp, WA | 2007

On winter days, the cows came home just before sunset, just before the rancher spread a line of silage near the barn. We’d stand on a nearby hill fascinated by bovine instincts — sense of smell and timing — to troop every night, like clockwork, towards dinner. We commented, too, on their politeness: walking slowly, single file, no shoving, to eat (side by side) their best meal of the day.