Little House on the Prairie

I have secretly suspected for a long time that we live on the funny farm, and fresh on the heels of the groundhog more visitors this week have confirmed my hunches. The adjacent picture was taken from our driveway while we were doing some work in the garage on Friday. Apparently the cows got loose from the barn behind our street and moseyed on over to Mary Ann Dr. Chloe, not missing a beat, says, "What that is?", as in, "Am I really the luckiest girl in the world to have cows coming to play in my front yard?" I said, "Don't worry, Half Pint, them's just some cows passing through these parts." We're off to the general store for some feed.