Early morning cows
When I got up this morning around six the cows were still snoozing, lying in the pasture as if they had nothing more pressing on their agenda than grazing all day. Which they don't, of course.
Notice how they're all looking at me. I think they really liked my snowflake-patterned flannel pajamas. Or else they were wondering if I'd toss out a few breakfast apples.
I wonder what cows dream about?
