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Twenty one years ago… when we moved back to Maine and bought our house in the country, I gazed across the road at the giant empty field and dreamt of cows.

Yes, I’m that person. The one you take on road trips who points out the window and yells cow! every time she spots one.

I’m not sure why. I certainly didn’t grow up with bovines in New Jersey, but I’ve always found something immensely soothing about watching cows graze quietly in a meadow.

As you know, the property across the road was sold to an organic vegetable farmer… and while over the years he’s had goats and chickens and ducks, nary a cow has been spotted.

I’d given up my dream of wandering across the street and making hooved friends.

But last weekend?

I spotted something wonderful next door.

Something I never thought I’d see….

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Woot!

Cow!!

Well, a two week old calf to be precise… happily munching our neighbors front lawn. One ecstatic phone call later I learned he’s actually a class project for a grand daughter. Feed and raise a cow? That was never part of my school curriculum, but yay!

Our neighbor told me she has a feeling the adorable (cow!) project will more than likely be a permanent resident when all is said and done.

And I am beyond thrilled.

Cow!!!!

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