The calves in their fluffy smallness are in the fields this time of year. We had the lambs specially reared for the Easter food market last month. We are actually quite lucky here that the farmers tend to keep the mothers and babies together in the field. It is not the usual way with modern farming but it would be less intensive than rearing the lambs in enclosures.
I remember when I first went away to school in a rural part of the UK going to feed the cows in the field. I think I was the only pupil ever to do so. Just pulling up handfuls of grass and standing there as they munched away. Though it can be quite scary for a fourteen year old surrounded by fifteen or twenty large animals. But when they are clean they give off the loveliest smell.
It breaks my heart to see what human beings do to these animals. I have been to one abattoir too many. There is a deadly bestiality within people that hungers for this mass killing. Billions of animals every year for no purpose. To turn their enjoyment of life into defecation.
I wish it were otherwise.