CALLING ALL COWS

For the past three years - ever since I first moved here - I've been telling you that I live next to a cow meadow. I've posted many photos of it. I've readily acknowledged the fact that my neighbors are cows.

And you've probably been saying:
Okay, I've seen the meadow.
But where the hell are the cows?

Today, finally, I decided to venture outside accompanied by my El Cheapo camera - - on a mission to document the cows.

My efforts yielded these results - which, I'm sure, will excite you almost as much as it excited me.

I have no doubt that some cow expert will ruin my day by informing me that these are bulls, or something......
After all, I don't profess to be a farmer. I'm just an innocent, misplaced city boy.

All I know is that these neighboring animals always go Mooooooo - so I'm assuming they're cows.

Do bulls Mooooo??

My most observant readers are probably looking at these photos and saying:
Jon, you're supposed to be living in a forest. How come trees are sparse in these photos??

The answer is 
Yes, I do live at the edge of the forest and my shack is surrounded by trees. But the cow meadow adjacent to my property is in an area where the forest tappers off - - or perhaps the trees were cut down?

Here's the forest near the cow meadow, photographed from my property.

Today was a busy day. I not only took pictures of cows (or possibly bulls), I also drove into town. I didn't want to go but I was completely (and I mean completely) out of everything.

I was initially going to write about my harrowing excursion to town, but decided to only do the cows instead. I didn't want to overwhelm you with too much of a good thing.

Can you guess that I had a couple of beers today? I generally don't drink any more - - but my nerves (or what's left of them) have been so shredded and shattered lately that I needed supplemental courage.

Hell, I actually need a consultation with Freud and an ample supply of Prozac, but the beer will do for now.