Holy Cow!

How often does one look out and see three cows perusing outside the door? That is the question of the day and I suspect not many can relate.

Now, even though we have roosters around...we do not live on a farm as much as the hippie lady next door makes it seem, so where in the world did these cows come from? Speculation suggests they escaped from the broken fence to the left of the building we live in.

So, after eight months of living in the Caribbean, not even cows outside the door surprise me anymore. I welcomed them, but they did not accept my invitation into our humble abode. Instead, they walked off in search of something more, something different as only a cow could explain further.