Driving home late at night I have discovered the zombie cows. They stand in the middle of the road, and stare at me. I creep forward slowly and they stare at me. I bump them gently and they stare at me. Finally another bump and they slowly begin to shift. Eventually they move out of the road and I continue. This has happened twice.
Crooked Creek is in Kansas on Highway 23. This is the medium way home, 58 miles, all pavement. Just wanted to prove that the fall colors are arriving