This entry has an element of apology in it. A long time ago, a dear friend tried to tell me all about the shaggy cows she had seen.
I responded that cows were not shaggy animals. Never were, never would be. End of story.
But of course it wasn’t the end of the story. Hidden among the heaths, hills and terns of Cumbria are all sorts of small scale ranches. Places not at all stuck on sheep. They make their way raising Scottish cows and protecting Exmoor Horses.
And yes, the cows are shaggy (Jean, I apologize).
The back story on the horses is that they were bred for work underground in the mines. Work requiring creatures who were short as well as strong. Now that the mines are gone they are kept for more sentimental reasons
Let’s gets up close with a couple of animals as uncommon as their setting and a dog who barked himself horse trying to protect the gentle cows from the fool with a camera.