Freaks of nature...

No, I am not talking about my children... or my husband... although the description would seem fitting... I am talking about the cows that have now been in my front yard every night for the better part of a week!

I wrangle them, they come back. I chase them, they mock me. I yell "GET OUT OF HERE AND QUIT POOPING" and they stare back at me with that look, you know, the "we'll poop where we want to" look. Yup, they've got attitude.
And they have double jointed necks, hence the "Freaks of nature" title.