At this time of year, our garden is encircled by cows grazing.  Every weekday morning someone has to remember to shut the gate when we leave the house.

Some of the cows would just love to come into our garden and eat flowers and berry bushes, even though they have a couple of meadows full of vegetable matter all to themselves (there are only about twenty of them grazing on this hillside):

Anyway, this morning there was one cow opposite the gate, hiding behind a tree.  She was standing there waiting for me to forget to shut the gate (it has happened from time to time).

They’re big for dairy cattle.  I don’t know why they don’t just push it over.

When I came home she’d been joined by some of her friends.