“Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn. The sheep are in the meadow. The cows are in the . . . PUMPKINS!!!!!”

Those big brutes decided to tromp through one of our pumpkin patches today! My dad, Papa, loaded up a steer early this afternoon, but when he returned with a bull early evening, he found some cattle contentedly chewing their cud (which apparently was comprised of plants from the patch). Papa said they pushed through a fence to the patch, apparently unable to resist the urge of an area filled to overflowing with green plants. Surprisingly, they seemed not to eat on the pumpkin plants themselves, but the weeds that were on the outside edge.  Too bad they didn’t walk neatly around the edge of the patch, but instead, they chose to tromp from one side to the other. Sheesh!

Papa always takes things like this in stride. He is a great farmer in that sense. Grammy is ready to sell off all of the cattle. I vote with Grammy. Angie reminds us all, “God is faithful.”  True, true. I haven’t seen the mess myself, but I’ll head out tomorrow to take some pictures to post.