Hey, is that apples?!
I just love the expression on these cows faces. I was outside the other morning with the camera, since I'd seen the cows lying in a heap out in the pasture, hungover from their carousing the night before. Well, that was my interpretation anyway. I like to imagine they have a good time out there.
Anyway, as soon as we went out Sparky ran to the fence and gave a warning bark, so that woke them up. Meanwhile, I grabbed a shovel and started shoveling shit. Really, that was what I was doing—we fling the dog waste over the fence so it can decompose where it won't bother anybody.
But the cows apparently thought I was tossing apples over the fence, so they hotfooted it over to the fence, eager to partake.
Boy, were they disappointed.
Nope, not apples.
I didn't have any apples, or I would have tossed some to them. So they hung around for a while, and one climbed up to the top of the compost and started eating the leftover Christmas tree.
I know some people envy my life here in England, going to plays in London and checking out castles on the weekends, but honestly, most of my days are spent shoveling shit at cows and entertaining plumbers.
Just for that I'm eating your Christmas tree.