Cows are domesticated animals with friendly personalities and soft, large bovine eyes that look at you trustingly. The luckiest ones are accustomed to being pampered in air-conditioned milking areas with soft classical music in the background (it really does help them “let down” their milk). Bessie is provided with soft bedding, fresh fragrant hay, verdant pastures and grain with meals hand-delivered.
Horses are also domesticated — the high-spirited, independent icon of the old West. Some grain is delivered, usually when you are trying to catch them, but most of the time they forage on their own.
In winter, cows will stand in 6 inches of snow waiting for food. But horses paw (or perhaps we should say hoof) their way down to the still-good but cold grass.
On our Idaho farm during the winter, the hay was always delivered to the cows. Tractors were useless in 3 feet of snow and below-zero temperatures, so Dad would harness the team, hook up the sleigh, load the hay and with a click, “gee” or “haw” shouted out, head to the field. Then he would go to the back of the sleigh and fork the summer-fragrant hay onto the snow.