I mean a cow in my yard.
Too bad I try to be an honest person otherwise, Brad and I would be having some fat juicy steaks tonight :) (I haven't had a chance to shoot his 300 Win Mag yet, I'm pretty sure that's a shot I could make.)
P.S. Why do stray animals like my yard? This guy showed up last night and won't go away. He thinks he is our guard dog and sits on the porch and barks at the cows. (Which may come in handy if they keep getting in our yard.) He's cute and Camille loves watching him out the window but we're not keeping him. If I knew where he came from or that he didn't have any diseases I'd let Millie play with him but for now it's a relationship through the glass.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Posted by Karen at 10:21 AM