Holstein-esque, Boombridge

We remain, happily enough, in cow country, and though, in the three decades we've called this now-less-than-completely-rural area home, many of the small dairy farms have called it a day, we're still surrounded by Holsteins, those black-and-white behemoths that provide an almost unimaginable amount of milk. You just don't have to walk very far to spot dairy cows, but this one, perhaps a quarter-mile from our house, was a complete surprise. The Holstein, suitably placid, was in a neighbor's yard and looking like I'd startled her grazing. She also looked like it was just about time to head for the milking parlor to be relieved of—I apologize for the pun—an utter burden. I don't know where she came from—she wasn't there last week—but unlike cows that have wandered into the local backyards, this one, I think, can't trace its origins to one of the area dairy farms. I'm also guessing that it won't be returning to the herd any time soon.