I don't know what happened to the first half of August, but it's past and gone. I was going to blog about the May reunion, but my photos got moved, and I can't get to them right now. So I'll tell you about the company we had this week .
One morning we woke to find 9 BIG cows in our pasture. Well, actually 3 of them were not that big, but we've never dealt with cows before. David said, "Don't worry, they won't get out."
Before long I looked out and there they went, starting out the side gate where Ivan drives in to mow our hay (we forgot that gate was down) so David jumped on his motorcycle and managed to round them up, but two made a left turn and got into the orchard.
On the motorcycle again into the orchard, they reluctantly went back where they belonged, but they wanted to stay by the apple tree. We tried to find the owner, called here and there and finally we learned they had come down from way up on the hill, where they had been pastured. They are logging up there, and probably left open a gate. So the owners were notified.
Next morning, they still hadn't come. I looked out the window, and three of them were in the back yard, grazing around, having a nice morning. Dee and I managed to get them back in. One place in the fence was wide, so we had tied a ladder there, and the cows had managed to push up on the ladder on one side, just enough to slip under.
It wasn't until noon that day (36 hours of freedom) that the owner finally came. He rounded them up with his horse, and with the help of his family, they drove them back up the hill where they belonged. To tell the truth, he had a lot of trouble, because they DID NOT want to leave our nice fresh pasture. But in the end, we said, "No more cows visiting please"
We had to put CARLO down last week , our border collie, who was getting old.
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