It is currently 5.15am; I’ve been awake since 4am. Why? The eerie baying of cattle drifting across the quiet streets of this little town. It sounds like they are down by the Mother of Ducks lagoon, which is where the Dairy was located.
Phantom dairy cows waiting to be milked, bellowing for their previous owners to rise from the grave and attend to their needs?
Yep, I haven’t had enough sleep.