Hopefully you have got used to the idea that the DairyCare blog strives to be light hearted, but with a message. Recent events dictate that this one might be a bit more serious than most, but let's see how we get on. We start back on the Rhine and with cows that are perhaps not laughing, but they are talking. Yes, the Talking Cows played Koblenz! For those who haven't cottoned-on yet, I am a bit of a jazz fan, and this particular jazz band are Dutch (hence the name) and pretty good, so I understand. Last week was Vinterjazz in Copenhagen, so on the Saturday I was at my local jazz venue checking out the coming week's offerings. The name of my local jazz venue? It is Krudttønden. Unfortunately, this will probably have a familiar sound to it. You will have seen the recent images with police, emergency services and bullet holes in the front door, so mine is an older one which reveals Krudttønden's heritage as a stable block. The name means "powder keg". Apt. I was there several hours before a meeting entitled "Art, Blasphemy and Free Speech" was tragically interrupted by a lone gunman; friends of mine walked past barely 30 minutes before. I support free speech and disagree with those who would repress it. I am not religious, hence blasphemy does not have particular meaning for me. However, it does for a great many others, very few of whom are terrorists, and I would simply urge that we all be responsible in our free speech (read Sally Kohn writing for CNN for a more eloquent version*). I now forbid myself from ever using the expression Holy Cow!, so what can I find apart from cows that are laughing or talking to lighten the tone again? Thankfully, the Rhine has its source in the Swiss canton of Graubunden, not quite, but very nearly, a neighbour of Valais, the home of......Swiss Fighting Cows! Lest there be any mistake, these are cows, indeed, the winner is crowned La Reine des Reines (the Queen of Queens) and becomes incredibly valuable. Look carefully, the horns of these tiny Herens cattle are blunted; they end up exhausted, but otherwise unharmed. If cows fight, then camels wrestle. That looks distinctly like an attempted Half Nelson! You're right, I know very little about wrestling, although I do know that the next image shows Yoshirio Tajiri applying a camel clutch (true!) to Rene Bonaparte. Who's apeing who, I wonder?! In addition to fighting cows and wrestling camels, ram baiting and goat grabbing (Buzkashi) are other pastimes that require animal's participation. I can just about convince myself that the wrestlers are not really hurting each other, and the rams are probably doing nothing that would not occur quite often in territorial fights, but the goat grabbing (from horseback) appears barbaric. Officially, the goat (or sometimes calf) is a dead carcass, and I hope that this is strictly adhered to. No images, in the interests of responsibility. Check out the Telegraph# if you want to know more .