Day 559 Splatter

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. On our Sunday drive, this lovely “paint-splattered” cow caught our eye. Doesn’t it look like a giant flicked his paint brush at these cows? Usually, when you see a cow, they are curious and wait a bit before walking away. These cows are not people savvy and must not be fed by humans, because as soon as we stepped out of the truck for a better look, they took off running a ways away before stopping to double check what we were doing. We were quite surprised, and so had to drive by slowly to snap a picture from the truck window!

Splatter

Funny how mother 

nature signs her name: splatters 

of color on cows.

Sheri Edwards  

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