In the quiet rhythm of the countryside, the water buffalo move like dark shadows across the green expanse of the farm. Their great horns curve like crescents of moonlight, and their hides glisten beneath the sun’s patient gaze. Each slow step presses the earth with the weight of centuries—beasts that have ploughed fields, drawn carts, and stood beside humankind since time began. They graze in silence, tails flicking lazily, their breath rising in soft clouds that mingle with the scent of grass and soil. Around them, the air hums with stillness, and the land seems to remember their strength—the steadfast companions of toil and harvest, guardians of the pastoral heart.
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...I have never seen one, thanks!
ReplyDeleteGot a unique smell
DeleteParecen pacíficos, pero yo por si acaso, no me acercaría mucho.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo.
Definitely they can roam
DeleteFins i tot un es col·locà per a la foto.
ReplyDeleteM'encanta la teva prosa poètica.
Salutacions, James.
Appreciate your visit and response
DeleteWhat a beautiful story you have told of them! And their horns DO resemble a new moon!
ReplyDeleteYou are so poetic Ginny
DeleteThese are great looking cows and calves. Somehow I'm glad I'm on the other side of the fence from these Water Buffalo. I don't think of them as domestic animals.
ReplyDeleteThey have scary horns.
ReplyDeleteUna historia que afecta a estos animales que representan tanto y tanto para el trabajo de los hombres. Tu foto es un bonito homenaje a ello.
ReplyDeleteAbrazo
Que bonita foto, me ha gustado.
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Nicely shown AND told!
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