“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”
― Anatole France
― Anatole France
Martin and Beatrice are the proud owners of this home farm in the west of Ireland, a farm that tends to look more like Noah's Ark: among a group of well-fed cows wonder carefree cats, dogs and a pony, Lucy. Needless, to say these animals are neither milked nor butchered. They are part of the family tradition. The newborn calfs are nursed by their mothers and everything is naturally run. The numbers on the cows' ears indicate "who-is-who" even though Beatrice knows all their names and can distinguish them without the aid of the name catalogue. A lot of mud, hay,care,captivating bovine eyes, and the eternal maternal bond between a mother and her baby...it's all here.
