She was not a happy cow.
A couple of weeks ago, I heard loud mooing out in the pasture. Not happy, contented, moos, but angry, frustrated moos.
The babies had been separated from their mothers, and the moms were not happy.
It went on for two days, this loud angry mooing. My neighbor called the farmer, who told him everything was fine. For him, maybe, but not for the cows.
They're gone now. Back in the barn, or the pasture nearest the barn. They won't come back here until spring, when they'll have a new crop of babies, small, frisky, curious creatures you can't help but fall in love with.
I tossed some apples over, but only one cow came over. The others refused to be consoled.
