Try as I might, I don't understand these cows. Last night before bed, this was the last thing I saw in my kitchen. It's like they're waiting for something. What do the cows know that I don't? Should I start packing our bags, looking for hills to head to? Maybe they just wanted to see the numbers move to 12:00. Sometimes I watch clocks just to see certain numbers. Like 12:34. I get all excited.
I've begun a Bessie and Fred list on the left, with their posts numbered, in case anyone's missed part of their saga. They're even numbered! And I'm looking into a pair of friends for them, maybe pigs, but chickens would be nice, too. As long as I don't have a rooster waking me up in the mornings - Lou waking me is all I can handle for awhile.
Until I write again ...