We've had stray cows in or near our yard five times in less than two weeks and it's starting to get a little weird. The first three sightings were fairly commonplace - a cow on the wrong side of the pasture fence, just a little too close to the road. The fourth sighting was on a whole new level and gave a new meaning to the phrase "Sweetie, there's a cow in our yard". This time Buttercup had parked herself in our driveway like she was a house guest. Tonight a whole bunch of them were seen cavorting in the yard just next door, their very frustrated owner scampering behind them down a steep embankment trying to herd them home. Why those sedate looking Newfield farmers even used their pickup trucks like old time cowboys. They went speeding around the pasture, their bumpers, horns and headlights serving to "encourage" the ladies back into a safe corner of the field. I think a "yee haw" or two might've even been exclaimed. Big excitement in these parts that's for sure.
So I discovered yesterday that the gray stuff in my hair is not drywall dust after all. It's my true color showing through. Oh well, guess I'm a little behind on more than just the laundry and the grocery shopping... Renovation at FOUND is consuming every second of every day but we're making tremendous progress and we'll finally start painting the walls today! Some time soon I'll get to the grocery store to restock our bare cupboards, but have no fear, we will not starve. The Covered Bridge Market is right down the road so we can also stock up on cheap beer, lottery tickets and other legal vices, and get caught up on all the latest wild cow gossip while we're at it.
Photos next post, I promise.
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