Early spring pasture
Graham R. Cooper I watched a cow curl its long, sandpaper-grip tongue around the length of the tender, sappy blades; grasped sideways and tugged upward, the clump broke off a few centimetres above the...
by Graham R. Cooper · Published September 28, 2020 · Last modified October 19, 2020
Graham R. Cooper I watched a cow curl its long, sandpaper-grip tongue around the length of the tender, sappy blades; grasped sideways and tugged upward, the clump broke off a few centimetres above the...
by Graham R. Cooper · Published September 21, 2020 · Last modified October 19, 2020
“Why isn’t there any grass?” Our five year old daughter’s alarm given urgency by wondering what her two pet rabbits would eat on land that had no grass. Even the gully – a water...
I gave the cow paddocks pedestrian names. And in the sense that most mornings I walk there: pedestrian. I take predictable paths, with the occasional sweep by foot and eye, of such things as...
Time and tide wait for no man Seven sacks tied tightly with blue baling twine lie on their sides in the back of the car, their plastic pressed taut by giant bladder kelp. Recent...
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