I like cows.

Today is "Cow Appreciation Day" and I do appreciate cows in a variety of ways.  From leather to milk to hamburger and steak, I have lots of appreciation for cows.  I also appreciate them on the hoof.  I never raised a cow to show in 4H.  I think it must be very hard for young people to raise a cow and then see it sold off in an auction, but, considering the prices some prize winning cows sell for, I'm sure the kids appreciate the boost to their college funds. When I was eight years old I moved with my parents and brother to a farm near the small town where my father had grown up. We owned five acres and the only livestock my parents taised were chickens but my uncle kept several cows in the pasture and barn that bordered our property. I discovered that, if I stood at the fence with a handful of grass, cows would come eat it out of my hands.  May favorite cow was a beautiful black one named Daisy.  She had the prettiest big brown eyes and was very sweet natured, so yes I do appreciate cows.  I do remember wishing though, as I fed grass to Daisy, that she would magically transform into a horse but that never happened.  I don't know whatever happened to Daisy but I do remember a memorable dark and stormy night when one of the other cows gor out of the fence and was wandering along the dangerously busy road that ran in front of our house.  My father managed to catch that cow and get her back inside the fence but I'm pretty sure he was not appreciating cows that night.