I hate to do this, but this is a much nicer crop.
I really should have taken a video rather than photos, as these don’t really illustrate the hemmed-in, claustrophobia that I felt being in the middle of quite a large herd of cows.
They really didn’t care about my car, it was up to me to avoid them.
I forgot it was “shifting day” for cows around about now, when people who own a cow herd but not the land move to their new pastures hired – they all do it the same time of the year, which does make sense. It’s called Gypsy Day!
This doesn’t show it really clearly, but those cows at the back are standing on the edge of the plateau paddock, past them it drops off steeply down to the Waimakariri River with the super-high bridge over it.