Any American pastoral (sorry Mr. Roth) wouldn't be complete without a reflection on the ability of large ruminants to turn grass into one of the best all-natural fertilizers available.  Having spent the last hour moving just under 1/2 ton of the aforementioned fecunderous material from the "cow stall" into the garden via my trusty orange wheelbarrow, I feel replete with visions of the gargantuan tomatoes, beans, and squash which will hopefully reward my labors.

There is also something to be said about a 1000 pound animal flouncing about a snow-encrusted pasture awaiting the return to his freshly cleaned stable.

Moo.