Sunday, December 15, 2019

Moo, Neigh, Bleat, Cock-a-doodle-doo

How many people are laying on their couch on a Sunday morning (OK, I am going to church later, don't judge) and see large animals walk by? Two weeks ago it was a herd of horses. Today it was cows. Sometimes it's chickens and roosters. On other blocks it's sheep or goats.

It wouldn't be strange if we lived out in the country or in the mountains. But we live in a large city, in a nice development. I'm trying to imagine my parents' reaction if a herd of cows walked past their front windows in their neighborhood in the U.S. I feel sure some kind of phone call to someone would need to happen. Here it is commonplace.

Living in the D.R. is a little bit like living with Mary Poppins. You never know what you might see. Expect the unexpected ...

My picture of the cows below is, as my son commented, anti-climactic, but I was not prepared for the photo and I assumed they were gone until I heard mooing from down the street. So you get to see some specks in the distance and trust me that it's a herd of cows.