We didn’t exactly work the entire time we were visiting rural America. We had some excitement as well.
The first, a cow running amok. I love reading this little town’s police blotter because there are weekly postings about an animal outside of its confines.
The neighbors up around the corner from us just bought a couple of cows. It’s something the neighbor does each year. He buys a couple of poor looking cows, nurses them back to health and sells them….keeps him young.
Anyway, he is having some health issues and was instructed to do nothing for a couple of days. When my husband saw a black cow meandering down the road, he was concerned. Knowing that the neighbor just bought a couple of black cows, my husband called the neighbors to see if they had a cow missing. The petite 80-year-old wife had to go check and told my husband if it was one of theirs, then he would have to help her round up the cow.
I could imagine the scene of a suburbanite-for-life, and an 80-year-old, tiny woman rounding up a wayward cow.
I suppose we are going to have to learn how to rope a cow….apparently, it seems the best way to catch one. 😀