Cattle at the door

They're allmost every time when I pass by, waiting in front of the open stable doors. As if they don't like to be outside. I interrupted my run for this only blip I have made today.

Now that the temperature has dropped by about 15 degrees, I was finally able to tidy and clean the back of the house with pleasure. I have decided to leave the withered boxwood as it is. The box in front of the house does not seem to have been affected by the drought. Perhaps they are stronger because I didn't have had the chance to prune them earlier.