Driving near Miesville this morning, as this golden October continues, you could see seven or eight black and white Holstein cows draped down a green hillside. They were in all standing broadside to the roadway, all about equally spaced, and all in a straight line down the hill.
What would lead cows to organize that way? is there a boss cow? Or was this plan made by a committee of cows? Sometimes the world just shows up odd. We look. We chuckle about it or puzzle over it. What a gift it is that we so often don't know what's going on!
Whatever the plan, it's good to know that "every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills" (Psalm 50:1).