For Jesus. This cow was dead the first time we passed it. Or at least it appeared that way. So I picked up a buckeye I found on the ground and put it in my pocket to remember that I saw a dead cow along the way. I didn't want a dead cow picture, but just a reminder that I'm going to see dead cows occasionally along my way. Then we came back and the cow wasn't dead. Gene opined that it looked like it couldn't stand up. I agreed. We started to walk away. I turned around for one last look and the cow was trotting away. I kept the buckeye in my pocket to remind myself I know nothing about cows.
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