It turned out to be a beautiful day so we went out to John's daughter's to walk among the cows. Some of them were his cows that he gave to her on his retiring. They came right up to greet us and sniffed us. I petted some of them but could only remember one by name and that was Ginger. We checked out a young bull John bought from his son and gave to his daughter. Once a cowperson, always a cowperson.