It Must Have Been the Cows

I looked at quite a few houses and ended up buying the first one I saw. I think the clincher was when the real estate agent told me about how a neighboring farmer marches his herd of cows past the front door a couple of times a week during the summer. The cows rotate through different pastures throughout the grazing season and some of those pastures happen to be located down the road. Traffic stops, both ways, on the state highway at the end of my street and the ladies saunter along to greener pastures and back again when its milking time. I remember being enamoured by similar sights on trips around Ireland and England. Being a bit of an Anglophile, I just couldn't resist an old farmhouse with a frequent cow parade past the front door. It was honestly the biggest selling point for me.