Picking pears with cows is interesting. They really just want know if you have any grain in a bucket. So they act uninterested for a few minutes. They text their friends to see if they think you might have any grain. Then they just happen to be walking over in your direction. They nonchalantly check for grain in the box Bill always puts it in. Then another comes and another.
Out in the pasture there are a few pear trees loaded with pears.
The only problem is most of the fruit is just out of reach.
Then the girls start coming over.
One by one.
One of them spotted an escaped pear
and made short work of it.
She had this piece of grass sticking out of her mouth when she first walked up.
What are your favorite pear recipes? These will be ripe in about a week and I’ll be desperate for ideas.