Not funny!
We used to find escaped cows on the road near our house several times a year. The owners didn’t live anywhere nearby – they were just leasing the land. So, we’d call the Sheriff.
Our greatest fun was watching a long Sheriff trying to herd some cows back into a pasture. Tee hee hee!
Oh those cows!!! I remember horses getting out and running down our one and only paved road in my town. It was almost always a foggy morning. I loved hearing that clip clop when you couldn’t really see them.
Great Fuzzy adventures (o:
Been there . Done that. The fences we had were only two strands of barbed wire so the temptation to go through the fence was greater. A lot of time was spent “fixing fence.”
You see! I’m glad the two horses we got hanging around don’t make any efforts to get out.
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Not funny!
We used to find escaped cows on the road near our house several times a year. The owners didn’t live anywhere nearby – they were just leasing the land. So, we’d call the Sheriff.
Our greatest fun was watching a long Sheriff trying to herd some cows back into a pasture. Tee hee hee!
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We have been debating whether you can start building fence in February. Guess your cows answered that question.
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Oops… he wasn’t ‘long’ he was ‘lone’!!
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This is the reason JR would never let me have cows. He does not have fond memories of chasing down a runaway cow and fixing fences.
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Oh those cows!!! I remember horses getting out and running down our one and only paved road in my town. It was almost always a foggy morning. I loved hearing that clip clop when you couldn’t really see them.
Great Fuzzy adventures (o:
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What do they do with their freedom?
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And that cow’s name is Daisy. Do you have a Daisy?.. c
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That is SO true. Some cows just like the challenge of pushing their limits, and fences.
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Sorry, lol. I’ve heard that about cows. And pigs, too!
*hugs* Happy Monday. ♥
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Been there . Done that. The fences we had were only two strands of barbed wire so the temptation to go through the fence was greater. A lot of time was spent “fixing fence.”
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Uh Oh—-just like humans….The grass is always greener somewhere else, isn’t it????? ha ha
Hugs,
Betsy
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There is something so perfect about that photo and the title. I think it would be good for your book?
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Cows, pigs, sheep, goats… Sigh ;-).
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My Dad had cows for years in Alabama. He used to walk the fence line around most of their sixty acres every day, and was in amazing condition!
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