At evening, the distant lowing of some cow in the horizon beyond the woods sounded sweet and melodious and at first whom I was sometimes serenaded, who might be straying over hill and dale; but soon I was not unpleasantly disappointed when it was prolonged into the cheap and natural music of the cow. I do not mean to be satirical, but to express my appreciation of those youths' singing, when I state that I perceived clearly that it was akin to the music of the cow, and they were at length one articulation of Nature.

Thoreau, Walden

insomniasexx: I really digged today's newsletter; saw the #cows tag and couldn't resist.