I drew the above sketch from a photo snapped by our daughter. It looks deceptively peaceful, just Bill calmly walking Sierra, our granddaughter’s cow, right?
But this is after about an hour trying to catch the crazy beast. She saw son-in-law Michael chipping golf balls in one of the south pastures and decided to join him — still not sure how she managed to let herself out of her pasture to the east of our barn. But once loose, she went a bit berserk, running around kicking up her heels, and tasting every tree she came upon, from crepe myrtle to baby fruit trees (Sorry, Kristen — your dad says he already picked his pears; Sierra ate all of yours!). Once upon a time she was used to walking on halter, but she recognized it and avoided Michael’s attempts to slip it on her. Too much fun running free!
Eventually, she was close to the north pasture — every time she thought about turning back to freedom, Bill waved his arms wide and made loud noises at her. Kristen was on her back porch, phone in hand to call 911 if things went bad. Sierra is a very boisterous, affectionate creature — she simply doesn’t understand that her rough 1300-lb. playfulness can get someone hurt!
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