Finally found them! They’re practically still babies, looking bewildered. We believe they just arrived this morning. Not a good photo, but here they are:

It won’t be hard to keep track of this funny face:

Remember, you can always click on the photo to get a better look.

But what were we doing at the farm today, anyway? Got a call from the Asbestos Survey people offering to come out this morning and determine what, if anything, needs to be done in the way of asbestos abatement before we can tear down the ugly abandoned house on the property. So Survey-guy takes 45 minutes to crawl through the wreck, peel back the linoleum floors, look under the carpeting, behind the peeling wall paper, beneath the cracked paint, taking samples. Not anyone’s idea of a dream job, by the way. Yuck! We await analysis from his lab work back at the office.

Someone has been removing “stuff” from the garage associated with this house. Odd behavior, as whatever was in there, besides the over-stuffed chair swollen with rainfall, could not have been more attractive than Larry’s hard-won weed whacker resting in the nearby barn, open to all comers. I thought maybe the person was looking for a place to winter over, but the bed springs were still there, stacked against the wall, and the sodden mattresses on the house porch still leaning against the siding. A work in progress? Asbestos-guy charmed us with a narrative of knife-weilding squatters he’s encountered in the course of his work, which added to the atmosphere of the morning. Fog, drizzle, sad stories . . .

As antidote to the above, we drove up to the top of the road to picnic on a nice SubWay chopped salad with an accompanying bag of Cheetos. On the way to our asbestos meeting, we had seen the cows along the road and I wanted to photograph them, but they’d disappeared. So we pulled on our boots and walked the fence line to try to locate them. Nothing doing. What?

We gave up, shut the gate behind us and were pulling out on Llewellyn when the cows appeared right where they’d been before. It’s a mystery! I have to try not to personalize them, but they do look a lot like young boys tossed out on their own, bunching together and staring in confusion at the old lady with her cell phone telling them how lovely they look.

Late breaking news on the sheep front: Larry has just spoken with the rancher who says it may be another two weeks before the shearing can start. For now, we’ll have to be content with eleven cows and call it good.