A strange thing happened with the cows this year. Normally, they appear in the pasture behind our garden (yard, for you Yanks) every spring, sometime between March and May. But this year, for the first time ever, they never showed up.
I could see them in the next pasture over, nearer to the barn. Since we've been having lovely weather, we've been eating outside nearly every evening, and I'd look beyond the pasture to the cows playing in the next field.
Well, yesterday, I let the dog out in the morning, and he ran to the fence, barking. He spied them before I did: his old nemesis, the cows.
I got him in, then grabbed my camera, the hated Crocs, and went outside for some shots.
They're a new bunch this year, hardly any familiar faces. I don't want to know.
In the evening, they came nearer to the fence, and I got more shots of them. They practically were in my neighbour's garden, eating the tall, tall weeds near his fence.
You can see how tall the grass is—normally it would never get that high. But without cows to chew it down, it's grown and grown.
I'm so glad they're back: my summer is just about complete now.
This cow appears to be eating stinging nettle. I hear it's good in gnocchi.