The moms voice a quiet lowing to their calves, “stay close, be at ease”. We walk a bit closer to snap a photo and check that all is well. They turn their massive heads in our direction, “I’m watching you”. We answer back in soft reassuring tones, “hey, pretty mamma”, and, “it’s ok”. They turn back to their calves and to the grass and ignore us.

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Reading this weekend: Hillbilly Elegy: a memoir of a family and a culture in crisis, by J. D. Vance