Thursday, April 17, 2008
Must be that time of year again for my neighbors. Came home today and saw "The Girls" gleefully preening in a field of sweetgrass and flowers. A gaggle of them, each both winsome and agog, were so elegant in thier strapless Hereford reds and whites, lined up by the steel pole and wire fence like dancers waiting for the music to begin.
The boys in the next pasture of course.