When I first moved to PA last year, I noticed the smell of cows right away. You couldn't miss it. It was a strong odor! Someone told me that there would come a time when I would smell the cows and be glad because it meant that I was home. I thought they were crazy. But it was true! About two months after I moved there, I remember coming home from church, smelling the cows and knowing that I was home. It was a happy moment.
Anyhow, now that I'm in IL, I don't smell cows nearly as often. However, today on the way home from a wedding, I smelled cows and knew I was nearly home. I didn't mind the smell at all. Crazy, huh?