This was the view of our back yard when we lived off base in the Azores. Our neighbors typically only had one cow at a time which they were raising for beef. I would name each cow when it came into our pasture to pass the time. I was always sad when they went away on their "Caribbean vacation." RIP Elvis and Priscella.
There was a gang of cats that also would play jungle kitty in the pasture as well. There were probably about 20 kittens in the pasture always hiding in the tall grass ready to pounce at any given moment. Our house off base did keep me amused!
One day I walked out of my house to get into my car and drive up to base. This is what I was greeted by at the end of our driveway:
Oh how I miss the island!
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