We separate the very young calves with their mothers, from the rest of the herd until they are big enough to join the others.
Safe in a quite corner.
Some of our herd grazing near the water.
The Saint Antonio Chapel where my son was married, and where my grandchildren were baptised.
Side view of same chapel. The dogs belong to my daughter-in-law's sister, and this is where they stand guard every day
We pass the chapel on our evening walk as it is situated right next to our farm. There is a Festa in a clearing there, every St António day on the 13th of June.
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