When the Cows Come Home

We have had a couple of young cows finding their way out of the fence of late. This morning, one came knocking on the door seeking a glass of milk.

Knock knock. Guess who!

Hey, how about a nice glass of milk?

Yes, I am a good-looking cow, thanks to all of that milk!



Won't I fetch a handsome price at auction?

They don't find their way to the front porch very often. Generally speaking, they get out an average of once a year. Half the time we can never find the hole in the fence to fix it. They perform some kind of cow magic with the fences, I guess.