So says First Son as we munch on breakfast cereal. I say "What do you see?" Casually, because I think it's the stray cat we've been feeding in the hopes it'll stick around to decrease a certain surplus population.
Yes, he did. Three heifers, in fact, that were doing some munching of their own. (Thank goodness our garden isn't in yet; the overnight temperatures have been wickedly cold.)
First Son and First Daughter thought they were ours to keep. They were a little disappointed when I said they'd have to go back to their own farm.
We called around and Kansas Dad even knocked on the farmer's door, but we never reached anyone. Eventually the heifers wandered back through another farmer's wheat field and we haven't seen them since.