"Fwippin Cows"

I'll start from the beginning and get to the title of this post later... As I previously mentioned we are setting up farm at Casa Callaway.. I also planted a garden.. A garden that I worked very hard in and I was very proud of.. I had beautiful, lush, green cabbage, lettuces, kale, Brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, bell peppers, onions, asparagus, and beets.... Just to name a few.... The neighbors cows escaped from their own lush. green. pasture.. (Mind you, our closest neighbor is a half a mile away).. Apparently they figured out my garden was a little tastier. I guess the grass is sometimes greener on the other side. I pulled up to the house one beautiful Monday afternoon and noticed my strawberry pots were turned over.. Walked out to the garden and started saying a few things under my breath (only because I had two sets of little ears around).. Campbell asks " mom, what happened to your garden?" I chose my words wisely and said "a flippin cow ate my garden!" That was all she wrote.. From then on, Campbell told everybody, "a fwippin cow ate mommy's garden".. Thank goodness I chose my words wisely.. Because flippin isn't exactly what I was thinking... I was sick, mad, sad.. You name it.. After I had calmed down a bit, Campbell laid his head in my lap and said "it's ok mom, I still love you!" Can I not just freeze him right where he is!? He's getting too big too fast! So, there you have it.. A fwippin cow ate my garden! What'd I do? Put my big girl panties on and started all over.. These pics are after the cows ambushed it.. Anyone wanna go cow tippin'?