Sweet Fiona?

Y'all know Fiona isn't my friendliest cow. She and I have always had a healthy level of respect for each other. Mainly, that she knows she can give me a look and I'll back off. But no, she'll always let me brush her and sometimes pet her side. Side note: the side doesn't have horns or kicking legs. 

Today though, she wanted love. I was in the mule and she brought her whole gigantic head in for me to pet her anywhere I wanted. I even got both my hands to framing her face and she was enjoying it. I can't explain it, but we had a moment and that meant so much to me. 

All the other animals enjoyed their usual petting and brushing, but that Fiona. She gave me that connection I've wanted with her for so long.