If you give an Ag Girl the Keys....

Have you ever read If you give a mouse a cookie? It was a favorite of mine when I was little, every time the mouse finds something to do, something else suddenly needs done! I had an evening like that today. Just returned from a trip to pick up my little brother... turned driving lesson... turned "wildlife" viewing expedition. Whew! My mom and I were heading out the door, time to pick up my little brother Obie, when I realized that this would be the PERFECT time to drive, just me and my mom (who of course was gripping the edges of her seat the entire time... I have no idea why!). So I picked up the keys and off we went. As we neared my Grandpa's house, I realized that our normal parking space (on the side of the road) was occupied by a gorgeous red Angus cow. I carefully, carefully, carefully, pulled right in beside her, climbed (almost) silently out of the car, and she posed for her photo shoot. On the way back, I again drove home, this time singing "What would you do for a Klondike Bar" with Obie, when a buzzard or three swooped over the car. I first saw the buzzards five years ago, about fifty of them sharing the same tree across the street from my house, and here they were today, flying towards that same tree. So we stopped singing, looked at the buzzards, and then I drove off. I guess I now know what happens (and uh... so does my mom) if you give an Ag Girl the Keys...