We're not overrun, but cows are everywhere -- right here in the city. They seem to belong to the streets, but if you do a little observation, you find they do have homes and caretakers. It's just that the street is their pasture, and no one complains. Such is the privilege of being holy.
Calves on the street; cows on the street. This little herd was right outside our apartment, drifting down the lane.