On the way home last night from picking up Brian's daughter Kacie, my cell phone rang.
"Where are you?" my husband asked. Not pausing for an answer he added, "All the cows are out!"
We were over 15 minutes from home. He hung up. I drove faster.
Meanwhile with the help of my two brothers, a bucket of feed and a large piece of white spunbonded row cover my husband somehow convinced the cows to head back through the gate. By the time we pulled in the driveway the cows were back where they belong. The horses were not.
A quick switch to barn boots and I was off to find something handy for a lead rope. Dog leash- yep- that would work. It's a good thing we have light colored horses. I don't see very well in the dark. It's also a good thing that Bonnie will follow Clyde anywhere- even in the dark.
It didn't take long to get them back in the pasture.
You should have heard all the mooing and bellering going on. Those cows did not want to be penned up they wanted out to room around looking for tasty tidbits we might have missed in the garden.