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January 24, 2023
The moonlit dirt road shimmered under my feet in the dark as if I were walking on stars. My companions for this hike were Missy, the Scottish Highlander cow, and six Angus heifers. I had not planned this late-night walk; it was the consequence of negligence.
When a 2,000-pound creature decides you’re worth listening to, it feels a little like magic. Not the glittery fairy-tale kind—more like the “pinch me, I can’t believe this works” kind. The kind of magic we could all use.
Horned cattle may not be as danerous as they look.
