surf & turf

I can't not take photos of my cattle neighbors when they come

for a visit.

They are irresistible.

Are these my people?

Please take me into your home.

I will fit right in, I promise.

I beg you, let me sleep on your porch.  I won't cause trouble.
I don't belong here.

And then we had crabby patties for dinner.

I think seafood was a proper choice,

having just visited with the cattle-folk, and all.

Who am I kidding, we had steaks too.

There, I said it.

Sorry, Red.

Recipe coming soon for my Kansas Crabby Patties!