Mowing the yard

Yesterday I cut the grass. It felt rather wasteful, really, just mowing all that grass without a bagger attached. I am more used to cutting grass and giving it to cows. Sort of like fresh, green hay. They always loved it.
We had cows when I was growing up in Kentucky. I loved them. They were Jerseys. It doesn't mention it in the story or picture books, but cows can have very strong personalities. Ours did. They were almost like people. The only thing they didn't do was talk. And sometimes I thought they almost did that, too.
I miss my cows.