New Pets

My dear wife recently inherited a herd of 8 cows, who live in a painting in a nice guilt frame. The cows are tended by a farmer, and kept company by a rooster and chickens, and some ducks that live down the road a ways. We’ve hung the cows above our mantel, where they can watch us when we’re in the living room, or look out the window when we’re not their. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard them gently mooooing from the living room when I’m mucking around in the kitchen, and I enjoy their quiet company immensely.


Since settling into their new home, the cows have been trying to spot a field of hay bales they noticed when they were on their way to our house. We’ve wisely decided to hang this painting around the corner, out of the bovine line of site, as we feared we might come downstairs one day to find the cows looking fatter, and the hay bales mysteriously missing.


We have yet to figure out how we might get some milk from our new pets, but it has occurred to me that we might be able to enlist the help of the two girls with a bucket who live in a painting my mother has in her dining room.