The cowboy handed me four huge mandarins, which he delivered in an impressive feat of control while
The cowboy handed me four huge mandarins, which he delivered in an impressive feat of control while still on his horse. His horse had his mane and tail cut in an attractive, blunt fashion. The cowboy had on cowboy boots (of course), blue jeans, and a white button up collared shirt and cowboy hat, all of which were splattered with cow feces. He took meat off the grill with his unwashed hands and ate it. I’d bet his immune system is stronger than most. Over the fire we grilled the hacienda’s steak and sausage, arepas and farmer’s cheese. It was delicious. We were drinking these adorable tiny beers, Costeñitas, that sometimes the cowboys would knock back in a single gulp. Large flocks of bronze-winged parrots noisily flew back and forth in the sky. It was strange to watch all of them wrestle each juvenile cow to the ground to give it an injection (vitamins and minerals, they said), and then make sure that cow got into the narrow filing pen. Seems like they could have given them all injections much quicker and easier from the narrow pen they already had them walking through, one by one… maybe even offered them a snack to distract them. The cowboys risked getting kicked and were having a hell of a time subduing each cow. I didn’t try to express that I felt there was a more efficient, gentler way. I simply marveled in the experience. (at Cartama, Antioquia, Colombia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHQMEIsBU6L/?igshid=1aztzvs1hkwzg -- source link