Cow Eyes

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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And who I ask you academic minds would find the eyes of cows attractive most humans would consider putting blinds to cover bovine faces, though they are pro-active in their own way, most notably the udder on those occasions that they have been freshly cleaned and, thinking back to my own farm I often shudder how hard it was to raise a calf until it's weaned. It was the State of Washington, the weather lousy and bugs would visit unsuspecting little calves the frigid winds blew in and pushed around the drowsy young critters and we used so many medicines and salves yet many died, of the pneumonia bug and also scours. I well remember that it often broke their mother's heart when in the foggy, lonely often deadly morning hours another one fell over, cutting short a very hopeful start. But what I never will forget is how those homely eyes took on a sad and melancholy look of real pain each time a little one was finished, and had stopped its cries it felt, to all as if a cruel bovine devil suddenly had slain a child of innocence, so cute and full of utter need it was those sad occasions when we all were fools, such helplessness, but we could see, indeed the mix of Friesan, Holstein and those Jersey jewels. You may prefer those often mentioned Spanish eyes so full of Southern heat and spirit of the roaming sun and if you do you have not ever caught the look, so wise of one sad mother cow, who thinks 'what have they done'.

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