Our closest neighbors at the new house are of the bovine variety. Here are the girls with their youngins. They're good country people, not like them urban soccer moms you find in the big city of Ronoake.
Last night some of the girls were out in the pasture bawling their heads off. I don't know if they were nervous about the incipient snow storm that arrived after midnight, or if they were just calling their calves in from playing in the snow. Regardless, I finally had the occasion to tell someone "that the cattle were restless."