Meet our neighbors

 We are so lucky to live in the country with great neighbors.  We like to pretend that the gorgeous orchard and cute holiday displays to the south are our own.  The truth is we have really gifted neighbors who are outstanding gardeners, mechanics, home keepers, bakers, and more.

We also like to pretend that the cows in the pasture to the north and east are our own.  Their arrival each fall marks the end of fall harvest and the start of winter.  We get to watch them graze and clean up the corn stubble.

 Jeremy told me earlier this week that there was an Oreo cow in the herd this year.  When Jeremy and I were first dating, we were in college and both aspiring teachers.  My area of study was agricultural education which meant that my lessons were about plants, animals, ag mechanics, and other topics.  He was making flash cards and learning to play the recorder for Music for Elementary School Teachers.

One of my lessons was on breeds of cattle and we happened to be driving back to Jeremy's hometown the weekend when I was working the lesson.  The entire drive we quizzed each other on the breeds of cattle we passed in the pastures across north central and northwest Kansas.  We really got a kick out of the Oreo cow.  I always say Oreo cow and can never remember the proper name of Belted Galloway.  (I had to look it up!)

We hardly ever see them, but know that a farm on our drive to Wichita has our favorite Oreo cows.  It's a treat to have one in our backyard.

This girl has these great double spots on one side, too.  I can't help but think of a bowling ball when I see her from this angle.