I heard bellowing yesterday afternoon when I got home from work. It didn't stop, so I thought I should investigate. Sure enough, one of our cows, it was Jane, had crossed over the fence line and was in the neighbor's woods. She left her calf behind, along with the other cows and the bull. Then she stood there bellowing. Now, why did she even go over the fence when she had good grass, water and shade, everything she could ever need or want, right where she belonged? I guess she's illustrating traits we humans sometimes have... Like they say, the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. NOT!
I called my dad and let him know about the cow, and to ask for his help. Although I had taken a rope and a buggy whip with me, I had failed to take any range pellets (those things are worth their weight in gold!). After picking him up at the creek, we raced back to the back property line, bribed the rest of the herd away from the fence with pellets, tried to find a break in the fence line where the cow went through, and then pushed down the fence and led the cow back over. Once that was done, we raced back to the barn for tee posts, back to the back fence line, and I held the fence while my dad drove the posts in -- by the light of the headlights from the trail wagon.
Crazy cows! Gotta love 'em. :)
