(Continued from Part 1.) My first cow and calf I spent the next few months getting to know my cow. I was terribly intimidated by her size. In fact, I was afraid to go into her pasture. I would cut up apples and feed them to her over the gate. She would eat them out of my hand while I called her by the name I had given her, and I would tell her what a sweet cow she was. I’m convinced this is what endeared her to me. When my excited grandchildren visited, they would also feed her cut-up …
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