The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes gently fall onto a quiet, rustic windbreak of tall evergreen trees surrounding a small, weathered cowshed. Umm, the crisp morning air is filled with the scent of damp hay and cow manure, and a cow is quietly munching on some hay, its ears occasionally twitching to the sound of softly clinking metal buckets somehow steadily pouring milk into a large, clay jug on their own. The pale sunlight filters through the gaps in the wooden planks, casting a warm glow over the peaceful scene. The cow's halter is made of what looks like woven silver wire.