The cattle in the pastures beyond the Mayan Riviera remind me of Edward Hicks and his Quaker paintings that espouse 18th century Quietism.
As my sister and our little tour company traveled the backroads, we encountered cattle casually chewing their cuds in the company of birds. Apprarently, the cows are happy to accommodate the birds who peck away at their hides, feasting on insects and parasites they find there--a benefit for both,
a happy exchange.
Wouldn't it be lovely if everyone on earth
could get along so peaceably?