Slow Country

City life Calling me all the time Me and my soul Geared to attack Never get a better chance So what you doing? Gotta get money Ain't quite what you're doing — Slow Country, Gorillaz (2001) Sun's out and the soundtrack of today is cattle bells. A dozen or so grass on the alp in front of me, non-stop feeding as their bells tingle at every move. These guys certainly don't have a single care in the world. The forest road winds its way up to the Priener Hütte. A couple of hikers follow it on this Tuesday afternoon. At the bottom of the alp lies a mountain lake, truly cold as fuck. To the south, far away in the distance, Austria's tallest mountains loom over the rolling hills of Germany. There's five chickens in the coop. They are the epitome of free-range chickens, roaming the alp without restrictions, pecking corn, laying eggs. But as soon as the sun sets, they better get back to the coop. Chickens have zero night vision; if they don't make it in time, before the little door to the coop…