Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Cows. I think I might have spent more time with Mom and her cows than any of my siblings. I had my own cow, Misty Princess, that I trained, and for a number of years I went to shows and easily won first place for looking at the judge steadily and stopping in the right position. It took very little talent. I think I had an idea that I might enjoy my cow like I enjoyed my horse or my dog. But cows are just slow. I think it remained a mystery to me, even after all the time I spent with Mom and her cows, how anyone could love them so much. She knew each and every one, how it milked, its geneology. She cared for the animals. And she loved to drink the raw milk.

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