It’s never a good thing when the phone rings at 7:30 in the morning and you learn that your cows are out.
Your routine gets tossed to the side as you scramble into clothes, go to the bathroom (just in case), grab your coat and head out the door in the rain.
I was very thankful Nate was home to help as we drove down the gravel looking for the renegade critters. We quickly spotted them in the neighbor’s hay field and Nate hopped out to chase them home while I sat in the heated van thinking how well that had turned out for me!
My warm, dry wait quickly changed when a neighbor pulled up to tell me that there was another group heading down the gravel to the east.
I looked around for help, but saw only myself, so I headed out to round them up solo.
You may remember that several of my attempts to chase cows by myself have not ended well. But this time would be different. At least that’s what I told myself as I rounded the corner and saw the four varmints running down the road. I drove ahead of them, stopped the van and prepared for battle.
The goal was to get them turned up the dirt road that would lead straight to the pasture. Sounds easy right? Not. Those cows went every other way possible. I was almost in a panic when a young cowboy in a pick-up truck pulled up.
“Them your cows?”
I thought to myself. “Of course they’re my cows! Why else would I be standing on the side of the road in the rain wearing mismatched clothes and soaked to the skin at 7:30 in the morning?! ”
But I answered with a simple, “Yes!”
He replied, “Need some help?”
Help?! Oh glory yes! Yes, indeed!
He went from smart aleck to super hero with those three simple words.
Then he got out of his truck, stood at the end of the dirt road and pointed while making a strange sound like maybe a “yuuu-up”
And believe it or not, those renegade cows turned right into the road and trotted down as docile as anything!
A perfect stranger and they did whatever he wanted!
Was it the cowboy boots?
Maybe the “yuu-up”?
Or is it that they just don’t like me?
Whatever the reason, I was thankful!
Even more so when that Super hero walked the entire mile to the pasture with me in the rain! When they took off for the tree line instead of heading to the gate he simply said, “Bet that’s where they got out. Funny, they can usually find it right back.”
Maybe for you Mr. Cowboy, but if it was just me, we’d still be running in circles around the neighbor’s muddy field.
Sure enough, all four ran up to a spot in the fence and squeezed back through.
Then they headed back to the rest of the herd, but not before taking one more look back at me and the Cowboy.
And I’m pretty sure they winked.