In Myrtleville one Sunday morning 

 



In Myrtleville one Sunday morning

Two men in green galoshes plodded thru blinding mud and glistening puddles as friesians foraged for food in a field by the sea.

Electrical wire carried current to discourage the herd from wandering.

The men got there and one changed the boundaries so the cows could eat tufts of grass.

Who doesn’t trundle through dung & slurry on a track to better pasture ?

Who doesn’t push towards others who scrabble for scarce supplies to keep them going until the weather turns and growth resumes.?

Who doesn’t hope for someone to move goalposts and let you stock up for the next bit of the journey from birth to dust?

It’s worth watching mud, cattle and men in sunlight – anytime.

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Paul O'Mahony

I'm Paul O'Mahony (Cork). On Twitter you can reach me @Omaniblog A father. I work as business storytelling consultant - Podcaster - Blogger - Poet - Live streamer via Periscope - Foodie - naturally ambitious + love to share my contacts. Live in Glanmire, Cork Ireland Europe linkedin.com/in/paulhomahony

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