Pondering, sunken headed the cattle stood in the fields and cumbrously moved one foot and then another.

At any given time, up to 200,000 cattle stood in nearby pens, awaiting their fate on the killing floors inside.

The cattle stood as still as the horse, watching, waiting.

It was a day hot with sunshine over the green fields, and the cattle were standing swishing their tails in the shallow water.

The cattle stood in long lines where the ranchers had fed hay.

Beyond the garden a meadow stretched down to the river, in which cattle, immersed to the knees, stood motionless, enjoying the cool of the water.

The cattle she passed stood slack-legged, with barely enough energy to swish tails.

Here and there cattle stood at the fence which followed the road for mile upon mile.

A deadly stillness lay upon the place, the cattle stood silently on the hillside, even the natives were awed to silence.

Some of the roads have really heavy brush at the side, and cattle stand right in it.