In the small hours of this morning, my wife and I were awakened by a sound guaranteed to jerk us out of a sound sleep. Incredulous, we looked at each other, only to hear again a low, melodious, inquiring "Moo?"
She, more awake than I, jumped out of bed to investigate, and came back giggling to inform me that we had a cow on our front lawn, sniffing curiously at the bushes in front of her study window. It seems our neighbor's herd had broken down the fence (again), and decided to go walkabout through the neighborhood. Our cats, staring through the window, were Not. Impressed. by our large visitors.
We were shortly treated to the spectacle of our local police arriving in their latest-technology SUV's, only to have to leave them on the road while they used their bright tactical flashlights to pursue cows who were having a very nice time, thank you, and didn't see any reason to return to their field. They were (literally) enjoying pastures new, particularly lawns that had been well watered by recent rains and not yet trimmed back to size.
(You can read my wife's impressions of the incident here.)
In due course, the cows departed, and peace returned to our street. Despite the rude awakening, we enjoyed the episode. It's one of the little things about small town life that makes it fun to live here. Big city folks don't know what they're missing!