I used to live on an old farm where the cows could come right up to the house. We called the house the "cow palace". Sometimes in the summer, the cows got into the basement and stood around in there to get cool.

One time I mistook a cow pie for a rock while I was opening the cattle gate to let the truck through. All I can say is, some days cow pies look like rocks.

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Carol