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Another short rant on foodstuffs.

My wife Rebecca and I were driving through the country the other day. We weren’t burning the truthful gasolines I mentioned in another Quick Thought (although when I looked at the bp Amoco logo, I realized that it portrays our beautiful sun surrounded by ever more dense layers of sickly green smog. Truthful after all!). But we did pass by a dairy farm, where the hundreds of cows were all stuck in little stalls where, as I surmised from the complete lack of lush green fields anywhere in sight, the cows had lived out their days, and would continue to do so, just to bring us our milk, butter, yogurt, and kefir, et cetera.

We decided right then and there that any milk we bought (we’ll be moving on to other dairy products as we continue our research) would come from cows who were allowed to wander through the hills and fields. Our neighbor down the road is a small-time dairy farmer, and his cows have plenty of roaming ground. Yes, it can be done.

So henceforth we’ll purchase milk from happier cows.

All this is based on surmise, of course – it’s my own assumption that my neighbor’s cows are happier in the fields and forests than the other cows were in that . . . shed-thingy. Maybe cows are so ridiculously Zen that it doesn’t really matter to them.

Still, I think I’ll check out the lives of the cows whose milk I drink.

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