On my recent trip to Kentucky, these guys would be in the front yard early in the morning…on many mornings. Belonging to the kinfolk up the road, they would mosey on down, stopping at my dad’s yard to graze and leave hoof ruts, among other things…ugh. On each visit we would call Farmer Brown and ask him if he knew where his cows were. After a few weeks, probably tiring of our wake-up calls, he moved them to the other side of the hill where they are now gracing other yards.

Got cows? Need fence.

Truthfully, though, Lucy and I really enjoyed getting up close to the bovines.