When he can’t stand being inside anymore, and I can’t take the fussing, we head down the hill for a walk.
But on most days, we spy what we’re looking for:
And on a really good day, the cows come running to greet us like long-lost friends—because we are, you know. The cows love us.
And we love the cows. Go ahead—try it. Mooing really does make you feel better.