Gori’s cows

The walk from the Gori train station to our ultimate destination, the Stalin Museum, was a bit harrowing what with all the stray dogs barking in crescendo upon our approach and the shifty-eyed cow gangs, wary of these new creatures that so rattled their canine pals. This fella (or this lady? From this angle I can’t quite discern if the bits should be classified as udder or other, and females can also have horns) kindly let me close enough to get a shot of his/her very handsome, happily-snacking face.