'Til the Cows Come Home

This evening, Ted came home from work and announced that he wanted to go to a restaurant at the edge of Amish country for dinner. This is rare, trust me. Twice in the last month or so, he's come home and said that we're going out for dinner. That's about double the number of times he's done it in the 5 years previous. Anyway, Alex wanted to go, and Joe didn't, so just three of us headed out.

On the way, we had to stop so that some cows could cross the road.

They were obviously ready to be milked, and even Alex exclaimed how big their udders were.

(That was his line. I know that the udders are the part that you squeeze to get the milk out, but he was really referring to the part that the feeds into the udders. Not being one who knows anything about cows, I have no idea what this part of a cow's anatomy is called.)

There was a man in the road trying to get the cows to hurry and cross. Some of them chose to listen and actually ran. I can honestly saw that I've NEVER seen a cow run before. It was quite a sight, that's for sure! There were even a couple dogs trying to herd them in the right direction. I grabbed my camera out of my purse and took a few pictures.

After the cows got home, we went on our way, ate dinner, then started back home. On the way, I saw some horses off in the distance, at the top of a hill. It looked so pretty, seeing their silhouette against the blue sky. I knew I would have about a second and a half to take a picture, (Ted doesn't like to stop on or near the road for me to take pictures) so I was going to have to work quick. I got ONE shot. I've included the original and the cropped version.

So there you have it...some animal photos and not a single one of Pepina, Marina, or Oliver!