There's something about seeing cows in a pasture that's special.
Maybe it's the gentleness of these creatures or the pastoral places they reside.
Seeing cows makes me want to stop my car, get out, and lean my elbows on a fence to get a better look at them.
As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I did, in order to take the photos in today's post. These were Western Massachusetts cows.
Once, when I was a kid, we visited a house where the people had cows. There was an old barn and inside was ol' Bessie herself. An old man with very blue eyes sat on a stool milking her. It amazed me to see the milk squirting into a pail.
Later, he asked me if I wanted a sip of it. It didn't taste like the milk I was used to and I didn't like it.
The memory of that day, however, with the smell of hay inside the barn, remains very vivid, even after all the decades that have gone by.
Today, I hope your day is blessed, filled with memory-making moments.
HAVE YOU EVER MILKED A COW?
IF NOT, WOULD YOU WANT TO?
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