Being a farmer's daughter ... a dairy farm when I was a child ... I love cows. They are such gentle creatures by nature. Beautiful big eyes. They're actually very intelligent and instinctively know its time for milking and where their place in the milking parlour is. And whether they go in first or second.
Baby Tink loved the farm as a toddler and had no fear of these huge animals. He didn't need to have. They were well cared for, placid and happy.
There is the heart breaking side to dairy farming where the calves are taken from their mums but that was kept to a minimum on our farm and the calves were then reared by surrogate mums who took on their adopted babies happily. Our calves were never bred for veal. Or sold for veal production.
My city boy (then) husband nearly fainted when he watched me inching a tractor forwards with a rope tied to the tractor and the other end tied to the feet of a calf during a difficult birth. The farmer's version of a forceps delivery! Believe me driving the tractor was the easy bit. My mum and I were often called on during calving. Our hands and forearms were much smaller.