|Walking out my compound gate.|
Not sure if I have ever mentioned that across the street from my house is a cow pasture with about a dozen cows keeping the grass trimmed until the developers slap houses on it. (Without vistas!)
|I’m not sure of the breed, maybe Brahma? Whatever, they have big ears!|
|And a cowboy riding the fence line! Just one wire, electrified!
But the cows still get out some. Grass is always greener . . .