Cow
I remember as a kid tagging along with my grandpa to his old farm in rural Iowa. He’d point out the massive oxen hitched to the plow, their muscles rippling as they turned the soil, while the cows lounged in the pasture, munching grass and occasionally lowing at…
I remember growing up next to a small dairy farm in the countryside. Every morning, I’d hear the cows mooing as the farmer started his day. It seemed idyllic at first, but as I got older, I saw the toll it took—the constant pregnancies, early calf separations, and…
Hey there, have you ever stopped mid-bite during a cheeseburger or while sipping a creamy latte and thought about the gentle giants behind it all? Cows, those spotted wonders grazing in fields, have been part of my life since childhood visits to my grandpa’s small farm in rural…
Remember that old saying about not judging a book by its cover? Well, with dairy cows, it’s all about judging them by their spots, size, and that creamy milk they produce. Growing up on my uncle’s farm in Wisconsin, I’d spend summers helping with the herd, and let…
I’ve always had a soft spot for cows. Growing up near a small dairy farm in the Midwest, I’d sneak over to watch them munch grass, their big eyes full of quiet curiosity. One summer, a calf followed me around like a puppy, and that sealed it—these animals…