There is nothing that I know of that is more frustrating than the sound of a low moo outside your bedroom window in the middle of the night and the louder somewhat envious moos coming from a distant field. Especially if your husband is out of the area on business.
I had to wake Sailor to help me guide the straying bovine back to where it had left it's friends. Armed with a flashlight and for the lack of something better, a mop, we actually managed to get it back where it belonged.
I tried to tell myself that I'll sleep much better for the rest of the night since I was out in the fresh night air at 1:00 A.M.
For the past several days we kept seeing a visiting horse in the yard. We would lead him back to his own pasture but he kept jumping the fence and coming back. Sailor would have loved to keep him since it seemed determined to live here. But this morning his owner finally came to get him, and tied him to the back of his little car and drove slowly home. He is a lovely and gentle horse. Sailor will miss him.
We finally turned the air conditioner on several days ago and the girls are having fun standing or in this case crouching over the vents and pretending to be wearing hoop skirts.
~~~~~Yesterday we were at a wedding. I really enjoy weddings, even though I always end up weepy for some odd reason. Men have it so nice. They don't worry about that emotion unless they're the Daddy of the bride. Otherwise it's more of a, can you imagine what this cost, type of feeling.