There are hardly any cows outside, they’re all inside, dry, well fed and controlled. That’s a pity, not only because of the pretty view of cows in a meadow but most of all cos then you can’t talk to them
Walking alone all day makes you start talking to yourself. Arguing, discussions. A battle you can never win. Your words always come threefold back to you, like dull echoes. Talking to cows is different. They stay slightly curious yet also unperturbed, whatever it is you tell them. Talking to yourself creates tension, going round in circles. Talking to cows is soothing, absorbing, soft and warm. You realise why cow hugging was popular for a while.
The dung heaps are still there though, every once in a while.