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?