I forgot to set the trigger on yesterday’s post so for those of you across the pond...sorry. It wasn’t much anyway, just some murals in town which I didn’t even have anything to say about. Much like this post. Cows passing by.
They came by in the night at some time. Never even heard them.
Then went across Beans’ Wash just behind us.
I sure do not know what they eat out here. There are no grasses.
And no standing water or watering holes that I know of.
And who ever they belong to, just how do they know where they are?
Do cattle go wild and live their entire life free from becoming hamburger?