Day 575:
There are feral cows up in the high reaches of the hills!
I’m not sure what to do with that information.
Cows, at least Old Earth cows, which are the ones we transported all over the world, generally don’t climb big steep hills. When you weigh a few hundred pounds (or in some cases a few thousand), steep angles aren’t always your friend.
But these cows are way way up in the hills. The same hills I’m landscaping into much lower hills.
That puts me at risk of falling cows.
Not sure I’m up for falling cows, to be honest.
I usually dig underground with a sharp ear for skeletons and other murderous beasts. Now I have to look out for cows.
This is a weird life.