sunday morning visitors

they show up every morning.

sometimes too early and i get really mad and judgemental at the mama cows who lose their babies and stand outside our house mooing and braying like wild, panic-stricken donkeys. the judgement doesn't last too long because, ahem, i can relate to losing a child now and then, too...

i love the gingers. they're precious and the more curious of the lot.

 i feel like they're judging us somehow. i feel a little ashamed of how long the grass is getting and make a mental note to clean up all the toys off the lawn so maybe next time they choose to stand out in the drive like a bunch of weirdos, at least the yard will be tidy.