The Watsons were dairy farmers for generations, the rhythms of their lives defined by their cows. Until this spring.
Brad Watson, 41, awoke without an alarm at 5:30 a.m., strapped on his headlamp and headed to the barn. Cold air leaked through a small gap in the boards, and he stuffed a paper bag into the hole to block the wind. He knew every detail of the barn in ... [2796 chars]