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Right now in Austria, Switzerland, and in the South of Germany, you will see cows high up in the Alps, hiking on the trails, over bridges and steep hills up to the alpine pastures, where they will be staying all summer long.
The yearly cattle drive, the alpine season begins -depending on the snow conditions- by the end of May, and June, and ends in September, sometimes even early October. Then the herders return to the valleys with all the animals.
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Every year young cattle are brought up to the high altitude of the Alps for a number of reasons. Most and foremost, the mountains are good for the cows. The fresh, herb-rich grass of the meadows and the exercise they get in the open fields make them robust and fit.
There are no fences, other than the main gate that is opened and closed by the hikers -an honor system everybody understands, this way hikers are kept safe and the cows, sheep, and goats can’t leave the summer fields.
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Most farmers who have or use alpine pastures have old alp houses and huts, often smaller versions of their farms, which will be occupied by the herder for the whole summer.
The picture above shows an alp house in the Dolomites, a part of the Alps that belongs to South Tyrol where I am from. In the whole area, there were about 10-15 alpine huts. Some newer models, others were up to 200 years old, weathered like a witch cottage from a fairy tale. Every farmer who drives his cattle up to the pastures in the summer has the right to put a hut on the pastures, a right given by the government.
The smaller places are cabins and have only one or two rooms, the bigger ones are real houses and often have a second story or a barn attached to it, so backpackers can stay overnight. Room and board in the Alps mean cold well water, a good hearty breakfast, a cod to sleep on, and an ice-cold shower or horse bath with well water.

The herder spends the whole summer with the cows. Their work is dangerous and hard, it’s easy to slip or hurt yourself with a cow’s horn or an ax. The herders and shepherds look out for each other and try to hear from each other once a week, but the next Alm house is often hours away and messages are often sent through the hikers.
A helicopter delivers the basic supply of groceries before the livestock and the herders reach the Alm. For the daily needs that often means canned food in the midst of organic farming, but also, soap, razors, toilet paper, and medicine are brought up as well as lots of beer and Schnaps, some fresh fruits and vegetables, candles, and sweets for the ones who can’t resist. All is carefully planned, dish detergent and laundry soap can’t be forgotten because even cold-washed socks deserve to be clean.
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Our alp house had a big kitchen and two big rooms downstairs, both has a fireplace. No electricity, just candles, and oil lanterns. The toilet was an outhouse, the entertainment an old guitar and an accordion, played by anybody who could play and all sang along.
Hikers and herders are tired in the evening. They enjoy a cold beer, sometimes a glass of wine, and even a Schnaps now and then. An Austrian Speckbrot is an extravaganza, something I still crave these days.
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The herder stays with the livestock all summer long. He takes care of the animals, bakes bread, makes cheese, and takes care of the house. The money he makes is his. The tip others make who help him -is theirs.
Too many hungry and thirsty tourists stopping by in the afternoon, all resting outside, often means other guests have to help cook and serve the food and drinks. It works somehow. Life is different high up in the mountains. Honesty is not optional.
Life up there is not always as idyllic as it might sound, it’s actually hard work. The cows have to be milked every day and they have to be counted every day, all cows wear large bells around their neck so they can be located easily. Not all cows will survive, and the weather can be unpredictable. Snow in July is not as rare as one might think and the summer storms are heavier, and the nights are darker.
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Dead cows are being picked up by a helicopter now. Hundred years earlier a hole had to be dug -sometimes more than one. Not an easy job under any circumstances.
When I was a little girl, I stood with a wooden stick at the end of our farm and shouted at the cows when they left. When I got older I hiked with the cows, and the last two summers, after I had turned sixteen, I spent a few weeks in the Alps with the herders. I wandered with the tourists, sang with them in the evening, and read books late at night until the candle burned out.
To this day I remember how it made me feel. Free like a bird, alone but not lonely, bound to nature the way we were meant to live. I felt healthy and strong, my soul at peace, my mind in balance.
I couldn’t find a video about the Almauftrieb (the hike up with the cows) in South Tyrol but found one from Switzerland that will show how tricky it can be to get them all up there.
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And now you might wonder why the farmers might go through all the trouble.
In South Tyrol, alpine pastures make up 34% of the total land area, and in Tyrol as much as 47% -these percentages alone show the importance of alpine farming. Around 95,000 head of cattle in South Tyrol and 190,000 in Tyrol –in addition to goats, sheep, and sometimes even horses– find food on the alpine fields in summer, which is a huge economic factor.
If the animals remained in the valley, the farmers would have to buy enormous amounts of feed. With most of the livestock in the Alps, only the older cows have to be taken care of, which gives the farmers more free time to work in the fields and prepare for winter. Hay has to be made, so the cows can eat all winter long.
In our case, we had summer guests -and while they are lots of fun and paid well, they are also lots of work.


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Ps I loved the video, that journey certainly is trickier that one imagines, it would be a problem if you had a cow too scared to move up!
Thank you for reading my post and watching the video. Welcome to my blog.
I have always liked the idea of animals moving, having a change of scenery especially in your beautiful alps. Our hill farmers leave their sheep high up where no crops or cows would be suitable. That was a really interesting blog. I wonder if modern herders have any access to the internet?
Wonder no more. There are no cell-radio towers in the Alps (yet) 🙂
This was very interesting. Looks like a lot of hard work but the view… breathtaking scenery! I am amazed by all the different bells, if you walk them at the right pace it could be a beautiful song!
Beautiful photos, appreciated the video too. Thank you for sharing your story, this is hard work. Interesting to learn about the bells.
Thank you so much for watching. I appreciate it and I appreciate that you took the time to comment.
I think if we see a post, and we enjoyed it, we should comment. I’ve been blogging for 8 years now and I’ve met some great people, because we started following each other and we are like “old friends now,” commenting on each other posts, etc. it’s nice. Even though we have different focuses on our blogs, we accept this and enjoy each other’s thoughts and writing styles. Happy Blogging.
And the clanking of those bells. Wow!
You really know how to make me drool with envy, Bridget. Those summer pastures and the grazing thereon, eating simple meals and breathing mountain air is the stuff of my dreams – I guess the book Heidi really got to me. It is also a tradition in Norway to have a summer “seter” where the shepherd girls would graze the sheep and cows in the high mountain pastures in summer. The young girls had this job as the men were required to harvest crops and work in the very short growing seasons down on the farm. Young girls were expendable in terms of manual labour. Yet looking at those paths in the video showed how much dexterity, balance and strength were required of the cattle and the shepherds. Not for the weak or faint-hearted. I was also interested to read about the helicopter deliveries! How cool. Fanatastic shots. Thanks so much for posting this. I so enjoyed reading it.
Fascinating. Another life, hard work but rewarding too. Thanks for sharing this with us. xo
Thank you for reading it!
An idyllic picture, but a hard life. Still, waking up in the mountains each summer morning can’t be all bad. Thanks for sharing. Allan
Everything has a price I suppose. The freedom you feel so high up in the Alps, means you have to work hard for it.
So much information, and so beautifully written. Your post took me back to my childhood favourite book, Heidi. Now I want to re-read it!
“Heidi” such a beautiful children’s book. You can be never be too old to re-read it.
Ow yeah! Where we vacation in Austria, there’s many cows roaming about. I’ve encountered several during my walks. Some even come up to you for some attention! At first it scared me but later I learned they’re very kind animals. 😊
When er ride though their areas, mum and I always watch out for them with dad, who’s driving most of the time. When we spot them on or near the road, we always go “girls on the road”. 😊
It’s a great tradition and it looks beautiful as well. The sun on the alps and the herd grazing in it…
Thanks for sharing your experience. I really enjoyed reading about it. 😊
The cows roaming freely in the middle of hikers scare many but they are peaceful animals and they are vegetarians 🙂
Haha yeah they once scared me as I was followed by one. But I found out it just wanted a cuddle 😂 since them I’m way less afraid. It’s actually so nice to walk your path and be engulfed by these lovely animals. They truly add to the journey. Haha yeah, the only want veggies, so true 😂 thanks for that!
Our farm dog (FARM DOG) was terrified of cows. He walked all the way down to the tree line so he didn’t have to face them. I always thought that was very funny.
Very interesting. 4 years ago we were visiting family in southern Norway and one day we went for a hike through mountain pastures filled with sheep, each wearing a bell. It was a beautiful and unique experience.
I walked besides sheep in Greece and in Ireland, I enjoyed it as well.
I spent my formative years in Switzerland and knew some of this but have never seen it in person the way it is displayed in the video.
It’s an absolutely fabulous way of life, isn’t it. ♥️ Hard but so incredibly beautiful up there in the Alps.
I think most nature-bound jobs are hard but well worth it. Everything has a price.
Bridget, thanks for exposing me to a world so vastly different from all I’ve experience so far. As you’ve pointed out, this tradition endures because it makes economic sense. May the high mountain pastures remain green for many more years to come.
Based on the video clip, I’ve noted that strong knees and back are needed for such a climb. A no-go for me 🙁 Some of the bells appear to be heavy and probably cumbersome for the animals.
The bells have more than one purpose. The strongest cow gets the heaviest and biggest bell, which weighs around 6 pounds, so the weight itself is not as issue. A normal cow bell weighs between 2 -4 pounds. Every cow has its own bell and as hard it might be to believe, they know their bells and they wear them proudly. Like most dog actually don’t like it when you take their collar off.
The bells and the sounds help the herder to locate lost cows in fields, and he can find his cows for the daily count. High up in the mountains there is often morning and evening fog. A herd with cow bells can be heard miles away.
It’s a very old tradition which has more pros than cons. Losing a cow in the alps is dangerous for the animals.
I’m a Swiss person and have multiple cowbells in my house. 😀
I grew up next to a farm with cows who had cowbells and they are not that heavy. Those really big ones in the video on some of the cows are not that typical, I don’t think. Most cows have medium sized bells and they wear them kind of like dogs wear collars. The cows are used to them and not at all bothered by them.
The very big bells in the video are not often used as far as I know. The alpha cow has the biggest bell and wears it proudly. I know some of the cows are runners (and yes, they can be fast but also clumpy) I suppose they are used for the walk because in the fields it would hinder them from eating the grass.
Thanks for the explanation, Bridget. It makes total sense.
What an incredible tradition! Thanks for sharing through words and photos. I bet they do enjoy their cold beer after that hard work!
There is nothing more rewarding than a cold beverage (may it be beer or lemonade) after a hard day of work outside.
So true!
An amazing annual pilgrimage!
Indeed. Thank you for reading Dorothy.
The countryside is stunningly beautiful! As difficult as it was to watch everyone going up I shudder to think about coming down…
The way down is actually a big spectacle and the arrival of the cows is celebrated. It’s a tourist attraction. The cow are decorated with big flower crowns, the welcoming in the valley is overwhelming.
The way up is harder, because there might still be ice and snow and the wetness in the ground can be a big problem. Also, a path ones there, can be gone with only one winter. 🙂
Spectacular sights Bridget. Such a hard life. I wonder if they now have difficulties in getting the youngsters to participate and share the workload? Alpine pastures are very important to tourism in Europe and are only maintained by this seasonal migration of feeding grounds. Just as much of the UK land only looks so beautiful because of the way it is farmed and grazed.
No, as far as I know it’s still done the same way today. Perhaps with a bit more luxury, like a propane operated fridge, but there is still no electricity or cell phone reception high up in the Alp and the rules haven’t changed much.
Something will never change and I think that’s a good thing.
An admirable age-old tradition by a sturdy race. I am in awe – the video shows just hew tough it is.
Yes, it’s not a walk in the park going up there, but so worth is. It takes often more than a day to reach the top. Our Alm pastures were 15 miles away.