The good thing about living in the country is that you don't have to resort to tired old excuses like, "The dog ate my homework." There's always a piece of farm machinery or some sort of beast, domesticated or otherwise to get in front of your car. When I first came down the road, he (or she) was standing in my lane facing the car with an expression that pretty much spoke of immovability. So I stopped and started digging around in my purse for my phone so I could take a picture. (Why does this sentence make sense.) Unfortunately, the phone was turned off so by the time I found it, the calf had decided to come get a better look at me. He (or she) was beginning to get a sort of competitive look in his (or her) eye, so I got the best shot I could and left.
I'm about to go to the eye doctor to have a test on my right eye to see why it still isn't behaving the way they would like it to behave. Prayers would be appreciated.