Why did the blogger cross the road?

First, it was to get a shot of these birds hanging out with the cows.

Wiki-gret.  May have been inexpertly edited.

Unexpectedly, cows are divas.

Pulled off the road with my New York license plates, and taking pictures of cows, I deserved everything they were thinking about me.

Can I get some service?

The diesel is cheaper - I'll have that.

No hurry - I'll wait.  Can you check the oil?



While I was gallivanting, the old folks at home were getting things done:

I'd help, but it's time for wine!  I'll be out soon, honest.