About 8.30am, and I’m walking to work down a residential side-street. A woman comes out of her house with a large bowl of food scraps. She goes to the corner of the street and calls something out.
A huge black and white friesian cow comes waddling up to her, and she puts the bowl down on the ground in front of it.
As it starts eating, she touches the cow on its rump, mutters something, and blesses herself.