From our perch high above camp we can see up the Pecos River valley.  The river meanders through lush green hayfields and between homesteads.  We watch farmers baling hay.  Cattle lull in the shade; one has a calf close by her side.  A pick up with stock trailer rolls past the cattle.  They pay little mind, at first.  All at once the cattle are running wildly.  They seem to be chasing the stock trailer that is now moving back toward the road.  A loud mournful sound erupts from the black and white “mama” cow.  She trots after the pickup trying to keep up but is stopped abruptly as the gate is latched between her and her calf.  She paces, stands, moves along the fence line, and runs in circles all the while emitting that sad, sad sound.  Almost makes one consider being a vegetarian.