It happened this week.
I knew as soon as Nathan took a full time job that this day would be coming.
The day the cows got out and I was home alone to deal with them.
I saw him first thing in the morning, a single cow wandering in the yard.
My first thought was to ignore him and surely he would just saunter back into the fence, right?
Wrong, The next time I looked there were two of them.
Maybe I could text Nate to come home at break and take care of them?
Maybe Jan could come home at lunch – what kind of trouble could they get into in four hours?
The next time I looked one of the varmints was walking through my asparagus patch. My “just-starting-to-emerge-and-I-am-so-hungry-for-them” asparagus patch.
That awakened something deep inside me. I think it’s called revenge. Or vindication. Or maybe I just got mad. But I grabbed the closest hoodie, threw my bare feet in my gardening crocs and ran out the door in my jammies.
I had no plan in mind, other than to get them out of the asparagus quickly.
I said nothing – just walked like an avenger – right up to that varmint cow. I made eye contact and he took off running in the right direction!
His buddy took one look at me and followed.
And would believe – both varmints ran right back through the downed electric wire?! They both went right back into the pasture they were supposed to be in?!
It was a miracle.
I’m not sure if it was my outfit? My attitude? The “this mama means business” eye contact?
Or maybe – just maybe, I’m finally getting the respect I deserve.
I even fixed the downed electric fence – by myself – in my pj’s and crocs.
That should those those cows who’s boss.