This is what it looked like when the cows came back
The other day I heard Sparky barking outside. As I went out to see what it was, I saw a wonderful sight: the herd of cows, missing for the past two months, were running across the field, having just been released into the near pasture.
Of course Sparky was disappointed, realizing the Greatest Threat to Peace had returned, but I was ecstatic.
I was beginning to wonder if the cows would ever come back. I miss them when they're not there—the pasture just isn't the same without my bovine friends.
Later, I got to take more photos of the cows. They came to the fence to see if we still had apples (we did). The cows don't know it, but we toss them apples simply to entice them closer to the fence so I can take photos of them.
I think they're going to miss us when we're gone.