The alpine cattle are his greatest joy. They’ve taught him many things – including how to herd.
The last morning mist drifts past the summit "Moarer Weißen", continuing over the high alpine meadows and the green, rocky peaks of the Lazzach Valley. Håns has been awake since half past five and has just finished breakfast. Like every morning, he laces up his mountain boots, ties on his blue apron, grabs his staff, and shoulders his backpack containing binoculars, a snack, and a water bottle. He climbs up the sunny side to the ridge, then descends again along the mountain crest.
In the evening, he’ll do it all over again, in the opposite direction. “A good herder must know where the cattle roam,” says Håns. This is his seventh summer on the mountain hut Moarerbergalm and his 30th as a herder. When he first tended alpine cattle at the age of twelve, he swore he’d never do it again – the weather had been terrible back then. But a herder is what he became.