Imagine laying in bed, hearing something make a crunching noise outside your window. What could that possibly be? you wonder. Some wild animal sniffing around? But it’s not. It’s the sound of the cows outside your window munching on the grass. Tony and I were on our way to ride, I think (in the afternoon since Uncle Larry thought he was going to ride with us and had to go into town in the morning) when I got this picture. It’s not too hard, as the scene I tried to briefly draw was one of my mornings. Obviously, since the pastures are fairly large, it’s not every morning, but since we were “tourists,” well, what can I say?