The Dogkiller and the Schoolhouse Cows

Let's take a little drive in my neighborhood on this overcast summer day. We'll be near the extinct town of Columbus. A lot of the roads along here don't even have fences or telephone poles, looking much like they have for the last 100 years. Some corn and crops, but mostly too hilly- just cattle grazing.
Down this hill is a sign we noticed recently that I want to show you.
Ah, here it is. The locals have been stopping and reading it, too. The chicory is in bloom along the road, very thick everywhere this year.
I'll walk over a bit closer to the sign. I feel conspicuous parking here in front of their place, but I imagine they're used to it at this point.
Just thought it was a nice sign. Sad story.
Let's get back in and head towards home. Here's my very rad 20-year-old Nissan. We will ride in fine style. My AC even works.
Near the first turn at the crossroads there is a nice old schoolhouse, I think I'll slow down and shoot it.
Hmmm, it seems that it's not entirely vacant.

Yup, there's some moozers in there. There's another one looking at us through the right-hand windy, if you look close.
Educated schoolhouse cows. It's not that hot out; they're not necessarily beating the heat, what are they up to in there?
Nope, you can't reach the forage from there.
More matching bovine in the back end of the building.
One last stare at each other, and then I'll drive on.
A few miles and turns later, and back on good ol' UU road.
My turnout is up the hill and a little notch on the right, visible if you click this up bigger. My place is just offscreen on the hill to the right. Just wanted to run the vehicle a bit today. I'll show off some more sights again soon.
And remember- Stop Stoppy!
Until then: