I was lucky enough growing up to get to spend a lot of time on my grandmother's farm where she raised black Angus cattle. I gave them names and pretended I did not know where they were going when the truck took them away and it came back empty. I did notice one thing and the next time you pass a field of cows you look. There is always one cow standing in the corner alone with its backside to the other cows looking ashamed. I think I have this all figured out as you can see by my quilt. I think there is a lot of partying going on at night which could explain the lethargic attitude by the rest of the herd in the daytime. I did notice one thing when I was done, each cow seemed to take on the personality traits of my four sisters and that would be me flat on my back, not usually drunk, just flat on my back. And yes, this is what cows look like at night. This quilt if for my son Justin who turns 33 this week and still rolls down the window and moos at cows. I blame his father.