skryche

The cows have grown too big for the tupperware. They were about the size of small rats by the time we opened it up yesterday evening. There are seven of them, and they are as cute as the dickens! vyeseleph and I herded them onto our seventh-floor balcony, and they seemed contented enough to be left there with a half-head of iceberg, but when we came back from a night of drinking with JohnnyTeabags and LuckyP late last night we discovered that two of them had fallen, undoubtedly to their deaths.

We scooped them into an ice bucket for the night. Left it on the balcony — the tiny "moo"s were keeping us awake. I guess I should have left a lid on the bucket: I awoke this morning to loud caws; when I went into the living room I could see a crow perched on the rim of the bucket, pecking at the bovines therein! I ran out onto the balcony, but not before it had plucked a heifer from the bucket. As the crow flapped away, I could hear her lowing sorrowfully; a sound which faded quickly.

vyeseleph is hungry, so we're going to see what sort of delicacies we can make out of these bite-sized dogies!