I guess the party's over...
When I got home, the cows in the field delivered the message in only the way they know how: with their backsides pointing right at me. Only the big guy stopped for a moment to check on me. He and I don't get along so well. The big white bull likes to come over to the fence when I am out and about just to make sure I am not going to jump the fence and go running through 'his' field. I have no problem with that.
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