The Quiet of Cows in the Fog

I once told my children when they were little that fog was a cloud that had fallen down. And, if that were the case, we could possibly bump into angels. Here we are more likely to bump into cows on a foggy morning walk. Have you ever looked into the gentle, deep pool of a cow's eye? Leaned your forehead against a warm quivering flank? They are their own kind of angel.

Cows resting in the morning fog, accompanied by a turkey vulture.