If the cows were not at the barn when it was milking time when we were kids one of us would have to go looking for them. Often you could call to them and they would start walking towards us. But sometimes the taste of the grass was just to devine and they would wait until you could almost touch them before they would acknowledge you. Watching you approach and eating until the last possible second. This is the view I remember all to well. Cows are just like any of us, determined to do what we want when we want to do it. Got to love them.
Acrylic on a 12x24 canvas
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