Even as a child growing up on a farm, I always had an uneasy relationship with animals. This uneasiness began with a horse named Jack, the gelding half of a team named Jack and Jill. When I was five years old, I stood on a feedbag in front of Jack, who was eating grain from his manger. I attempted to feed him from my hand, while at the same time covering his grain box so he couldn’t feed himself. I knew how to flatten the palm of my hand so he wouldn’t chew on my...
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