There seem to be large holes ... wait ... those look kinda like ...
At this point, I look across the street to my German neighbor. Ludwig (yes, real name) stops pushing his wheelbarrow and gives a quick explanation in German. Which, of course, I don't understand... But, I put my fingers up to make horns and say ...
Cows? To which, he confirms - by making the same gesture with his fingers by the side of his head... COWS!! All over my front lawn!! (which, of course, has had several days of wet weather, so the grass was nice and soft, perfect for cow hoof prints!)
Never a dull moment here in my country village ... I'm just sad that the one day I choose to jaunt off to another country for the day (did I mention we went Antiqueing in Belgium?), I miss the parade of cows on the lawn... oh well, maybe next time ...