Oh how I MISS my camera! It's being fixed as we speak, and if the camera shop knows what's good for it, it'll have it back here before my baby turns two, in TWO WEEKS ('scuse me while I take a moment to hyperventilate....how did I end up with a two year old?)
I wish my camera had been here on Monday morning, when Steve awoke to find SIX cows on our front lawn. Remember this guy? Ah hell, lets give him a close up:
Imagine him, and 5 of his friends (thats FIVE, people....1,2,3,4,5!!!) greeting you from less than 20 feet away before you've even had a chance to have your Monday morning coffee. To follow that, the OPP came a knocking on the door, someone had wisely reported the wandering bovine, because before wandering into our yard, they had taken a little stroll along the ROAD.
Now, we DO live in the country, but we also do live on a fairly major road, with a big gravel pit right around the corner. There are a pile of big-arsed trucks bombing along our road all day long. Add to that the little twisty-turny uppy-downy that our road does, and you can see how a cow going for a middle of the road stroll may end up in some trouble. There was one near-miss that morning, you can clearly see the 30 foot skid marks on the highway right about the spot where our driveway ends. And all this before 8:30am on a Monday. Hell of a way to start a week!
I wonder, if a cow gets hit by a gravel truck and lands on your property, do you get to keep the meat? That's a whole lotta steak going to waste if you don't.
(I'm a classy gal, I know. You don't have to say it!)
In other news....there is no other news. Escaped cows, that's the highlight of the week 'round here! A solid indication of the lives we lead!