On my way to pack some more at my father's house, I came across a cow in the middle of the road. She wandered from one side to the other, snatching a bite. The people in the other lane had stopped, and one woman got out, talking into her cell phone, so I hoped she knew who the owners might be. (It struck me that although I've driven along that road all my life, I have no idea who owns the farms around there, not even who would have owned them in my grandparents' day.) Eventually the cow picked a side, and we all drove off.
(Weather note: yesterday 74F; today barely above freezing and as I post this it's snowing again.)