It's amazing what you see when you're trying to have a nice quiet bowl of bran flakes for breakfast. Looking out of my kitchen window this morning I saw this greedy cow looking in at me. And before you complain about me calling her greedy, let me tell you that this beast has single-handedly (or should that be single hoofedly?) devoured our pear trees, ivy plants, privet hedges, laurel hedges and anything else that she can reach from her field. There is a barbed wire fence holding her back from our fence, but such is the age of the thing, she just steps over that to get to our greenery.
Some years ago, one cow escaped from the field and got onto the road. To prevent an accident, a well-meaning neighbour ushered her into our front garden and closed the gate before calling the farmer. Now those of you who know Mr Stressy will know that he is a fanatic when it comes to his garden - not a blade of grass is out of place and once a week he sweeps the gravel. Yes, I really did say that. He sweeps the gravel with a brush. So to find a cow on the drive was not his idea of a good plan. However, it all ended reasonably OK, we had a few smashed plant pots, a few nibbled plants, but nothing too serious.
Thank goodness it was not this Greedy Cow who ended up on our drive. Mr Stressy would surely have had her in the freezer before you could say horseradish sauce.