I grew up and live in the Southeastern U.S. My grandparents had a farm and raised dairy cows, chickens, and pigs. They grew tobacco, corn, gardens, and had a lot of fruit trees. My cousins and I used to chase chickens in the hen house and play games in there. Then, we would run and crawl up an apple, pear, or peach tree, depending on the season, and pull one off and eat it. In late July and August, we pulled grapes off the vine and ate them. Anyway, I digress. I loved, and still do love, the landscape of a dairy cow against grass and spring flowers. Y:all may see cows, differently; and that's cool. We all see the objective World differently. This is how I see cows; and, I love them in all of their beauty.