Remember the ice age, the dawn of mankind
When sabre-toothed tigers roamed free
A cold snap can happen, the winter will come
Wrapped up in my fur I will be.
Alive and quite happy, while munching away
The mist from the moors rolling in
For up in the Highlands, away from the sea
When the warm days are over, the nights just begin.
The woods give me shelter; my horns, my defence
The grass grows wherever I eat
My kindness, like milk, flows, sustaining my calves
And you, if we ever should meet.
Our days are all numbered, but still I am bred
To stomp in the peat and the heather
To butter your tastebuds or stand in the rain
There’s never the wrong kind of weather!
A Highland Cow in winter, amidst the snowy branches of trees, with the yellow, sunset light lighting the wood and trees in the middle right.
All Limited Edition Prints are signed by Francis Salvesen - Printed as Gicleé Prints Printed with pigment based inks on high quality archival Hahnemühle Photo Rag
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