From my kitchen window I look out at a scraggly old pine. It's most redeeming feature is it's a tree. I like trees, so I try not to think of it as ugly. I remind myself that sometimes, just sometimes, when the evening light catches it just right, it looks quite lovely. This evening I was distracted from preparing my dinner when I looked out at one of those sometimes.
The cows were distracted from their dinner by me.