136/365 01/04/2026

Mamma say the cows always knew before anyone else. She could see it in the way they stand, up and close to the barn, all facing the coming storm. Mostly those came down across the prairie. Northeast, I guess. It got real bad when they started bouncing off the Rockies. Just like a kickball, except with winds and rain so bad you’d think God himself forgot to tell you to build an ark. The cows knew, though. They knew and all faced the direction even when the smartest folks on TV kept saying it was impossible. That it wouldn’t never happen.