The Pit

I drive past this gravel pit every day. It's not used as a gravel pit anymore, as far as I can tell. It sits in the middle of a pasture for cows. Every Spring this pasture gets filled with all the mama cows an their newly born calves. It's not uncommon to see a herd (pack, school, bunch?) of calves romping around on the sunny grass.
When I was a kid, my mom had me convinced (for a little while, anyway) that this gravel pit was a meteor crater. That facinated me to no end.