Sweet, bad girls

The other night I was coming in from milking and noticed it was VERY quiet as I approached our yard. Too quiet.

The little girls had busted out of their pen and were quietly working on the little flower bed underneath the crape myrtles. They got their fill of roses, crape myrtle, dewberry vines and other deliciousness as the sun set.

Sweet, bad girls. At least it wasn't my veggie garden.