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It’s 4:44 in the morning and I’ve just returned from the cows. I woke up to the sounds of a cow mooing a sharp and trim little moo. Not a normal moo. Not a moo that belongs to an ordinary cow in an ordinary night. So I got dressed, pulled on my boots, strapped on my headlamp and headed out to whatever might be awaiting me.
What was awaiting me was my “i…