What's a city through the eyes of a mid-city cow? Growing up on a farm, I can't say I ever questioned how a cow perceived the pasture -- vast tracts of green, green grass seemed like a natural habitat, though I recognize that a philosophical cow might see nothing natural in its circumstance, either way. What of the fast moving vehicles? the horns? the best grass fenced off? the rush of humanity? the bright, white lights? the stink of human life? Can they tune it all out as well as they seem to? Zen mind / cow mind? I wonder?