Cow Capers
Life in the Country
“Don’t get sheep,” they said. “They’ll up and die on you.”
“Don’t get goats,” they advised. “They never stay where you put ‘em.”
“Cows are easy,” they agreed. “For the most part.”
Several weeks ago, Mom and Dad were down the road with friends for dinner when Big Brother phoned from home. “Spot’s at the bedroom window. More cows are in the driveway. Tiger is chewing on the laundry.” The cows are not meant to be in the garden, on the driveway, or sniffing a kitten through a bedroom window. Dad and Kiwi Friend (not a farmer by any means, but a good mate) hurried home from the party to wrangle some cattle in the dark.
As it turns out, the cattle had been moved from one paddock to another that day, and somebody forgot to close a gate. Fortunately our driveway is quite long, so no one had wandered out to the road (yet.) With Little Brother on his motorbike, Dad on the Polaris Ranger, Kiwi Friend on foot and Arrow underfoot, they managed to return the beasts to a paddock with a gate and call it a win for the night. Human error. Fair.
Last week, Mom mused that the cows appeared to be in the “wrong” paddocks as she drove away to work. In fact, the steers had somehow managed to knock off the gate separating them from their other three friends who have been sequestered for grain supplementation in anticipation of a fall… harvest. (It is improper, after all, for beef farmers to be buying steaks from the grocery store.) Dad let them have a 24 hour reunion, and then set the dog to keep the rest of the herd back while he corralled the other three back onto Death Row and repaired the fence.
Today, we noticed that another gate has been disrupted. It is now evident that the ringleader, Buddy, has learned how to create his own lived experience on the farm. Fences are now merely suggestions. It’s time for the farmer to work smarter, not harder. Next up: Face ID locks. 🤣
Definitely an Adventure was had by all … two and four footed … !!! … ZXO
Oh wow!!! 😂