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The photo reminded me of a story I first heard about my Grandmother a couple of years ago.
Daughter of a farmer in rural South Carolina, she was born in the late 1890’s and was the youngest of eleven other brothers and sisters. Myself, growing up with only an older sister, I always found the thought of twelve siblings being brought up in one household absolutely amazing. What I found even more amazing was that all twelve were sent off to colleges and graduated. The story I was recently told is that my Great Grandfather helped to finance my Grandmother's education by giving a cow to the school, I believe Landor College. As a freshman, away from her family for the first time, when she found herself homesick, she would visit the cow she had gone off to school with. Later in life she went on to marry a Methodist Minister, and had three children of America’s “greatest generation,” one of which was my mother. I’m not sure why I felt like sharing this little bit of Americana, but I find it much more pleasant to picture that scene in my mind then the one of shown on this post.
As for that photo, my only thought is what the cow must be thinking, “Thank goodness I don’t have to be out there with that piece of manure!”