I grew up with cows. We didn’t hug them very often, but I did have to chase them out of people’s gardens and back into our fields using the biggest piece of wood I could whack them with by the time I was about 8 yrs old.
I’d prefer to hug my wife. But horses are OK to hug. Cows after that. Sheep - no way.
I grew up with everything on a little farm. We used to lick the salt block, ride horses bareback, chase the chickens and scratch the cows. Until a little one decides back up to start chasing you. I guarantee, when the chase begins you can run faster than a deer, hit the ground like a Yankee batter, and slide under the lowest string of barb wire like a seal on the sand. This nature worship generation will learn. We worship the God of nature, not nature.