I’ve mentioned before that cows are not my favorite animal.

When I was just in my teens I lived on a farm. My Dad had some work horses and a cow. Had to handle the cow but not milk her. I couldn’t then, nor now, get a cow to give milk.

I would take her down the road and stake her out so she could get fresh, green grass. That’s when I learned that cows have a mind of their own.

Flash forwards a num...