Could it be true? My oldest son home from college in Washington DC told me over corn flakes the startling news.He said "Dad, Maine cows don't have sex anymore." His friend Mariah who's grandfather has a Hodgdon Maine dairy farm has a brother quite skilled in artificial insemination. He's certified, "bonafide" to steal a line from "Brother, Where Art Thou." Mariah told my son Alex last night the news that cows in Maine are no longer having sex, not needing to engage in that behind the barn, down in the woods, out in the back forty behavior.
Test tube black and white holsteins, herefords, black angus. A bull with quality breeding lines that may have been dead for years but who's dna lives on. The seed stored at just the right temperature somewhere down state, out of state. Straw loaded for insemination. No more recreational sex needed for cows that graze the grass and kill time in the fields around Maine? Now a guy with a tool box shows up in a pickup, roaring into the barn yard with a cloud of dust rolling in behind him as the jerseys, herefords, seminoles watch with curious eyes, munching hay and grain as they size him up. "What's he up to they wonder?" is the barnyard buzz. Toting a selection, a case full of cow flavors designed to improve the herd, making it stronger, more productive.