Out early this morning, I could hear the cows on the dairy farm about a mile up the road. Every so often I hear their moaning and groaning and complaining. I wonder what the farmer is doing. Does he need a little more sleep today or is he waiting for the coffee pot to finish perking? Are he and his wife having a much needed conversation about the kids?
I have a friend that joins me in walking now and then. When we pass the farm, we see the cows moseying about in their corral. They always turn their heads and watch us pass by. Laurie says, “Good morning, girls.” I love her for that. .
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This reminds me of a Far Side cartoon:
Cows in the pasture
This reminds me of an old Far Side cartoon:
