I love the reverence for animals learned on a farm. Its hard to define, but easier to define the extremes it counters.
On the left we have worshippers of animals. And even on this side of the scale there is a scale - actual worship all the way to pushing a dog in a stroller (seen it). The most extreme is the unnatural state of vegetarianism. Its beyond my pay grade to describe this. Some on this side still eat meat, and would wince if they saw us processing our chickens here, yet remaining willfully unknowing of the disgusting, unjust factory creatures that live a miserable life before they make it to their plate or paper bag.
In the middle is the reverent farmer. Hank, the cowboy down the road is a great example. He loves and cherishes each and every cow, ensures their constant well-being and even follows them to the butcher to make sure they are not put into a panic at any point. But he does send them to the butcher.