The Green Mile

Yes the cows are on death row......their days are numbered......hasta la vista vacas!

As I was feeding the cows this morning for what feels like the 8 millioneth time, I decided they probably merit some blog time.

They came to us early in the summer and were promptly named "Flick" and "Bossy" by the kids. Although secretly, I am still refering to them as "Dinner" and "BBQ".

They need to be fed daily, now that there is no more grass in the pasture. Morning and night, hay and this oat mixture that I call "cow granola" because it's sticky and sweet. At least it smells sweet, I haven't actually tasted it.

We are almost out of hay and granola and the days are getting colder so that could only mean one thing......

dum, dum ,dumm, dummmmmmm

The cows will be leaving us shortly and heading to that big frosty cold box up in the sky.

adios vacas, thanks for the memories!