Three cows, waiting
They see me at the back fence, and they come lumbering over. A friend gave us a bag of dessert apples, sweet and crisp. I cut them in half so they'll go further. The cows wait patiently for me to toss them over. They're patient creatures, cows.
The one in the middle plants her stubby legs firmly on the ground, waiting to veer toward the apple when it lands on the ground. The other watch for flying objects.
I need to work on my aim.
