Once a long time ago when I was a kid, there was a working cow milking barn across from my home. It used to belong to my dad’s father or my grandfather a long time ago, but he had sold it way before I was born. My granddad was not friendly at all, he used to have a bowl filled with m&m’s that we would have to steal when he wasn’t around as he wouldn’t let you have any if you asked. He was mean. I do know he did not belong to a coop farm and I doubt the stubborn old man would of ever joined one anyway.