THAT GERTRUDE COW for Annie the Herdswoman It was below freezing in the milking parlor. The freshly hosed down cement floor had a skim of ice, and though sprinkled with sand, it was still slippery. Big Gertrude went down hard, crying, sliding off into the pit. She was a mean cow, bossing the others around. A kicker too, bloodied Nigel’s nose. Serve her right some of us thought. But you did not push , shove, or yell. You lay your...
