Friday, October 12, 2012

A Cow, by Any Other Name…

Those faces look as though you just interrupted some secret meeting. Intruded on some event that you weren’t invited to. Just like she’s done all her life, she sees past the indifference with those who would look down upon her and joins right in. These bovine, however don’t have the same sharp tongues of the herd she’s riled over the years. 

She feels right at home standing in that pasture, checking on them, conversing with those who tend them daily. Farmers around here accepted her almost immediately. It says something when someone trusts you with their livelihood. Says a lot about Dr. Jessica McCabe and the old man that raised her...a lot. 

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