The cows came running when I came out with two bags of apples. Still worried that one day they might come through the flimsy fence.
That would be Sparky's worst nightmare, of course, but I'd be secretly thrilled.
Daughter Number One will be on her way home for Christmas soon, and I still have cookies to bake before she arrives. We've only got the one daughter this year; Daughter Number Two is heading to Wisconsin to see her fiance's family.
If you don't hear from me again, have a happy holiday, and here's hoping your new year is filled with cows. Probably not in your back yard though.