One morning recently I was feeding calves and came out of a calf shed to see the herd of one hundred cows trotting down our laneway. It’s about 400 metres to the road but judging by their enthusiasm, it wasn’t going to take them long to get there. What I should have done was let the dog out and let him round them up but he doesn’t always obey me – a dog only has one master and all that. I climbed over a gate to try and race down the field to cut them off. I’m one of those people who believes the only purpose in running should be to catch cattle but I was a bit out of practice after the winter!
I eventually got in front of them and they realised that their little adventure was going to be short lived. However, as they turned back up the hill, they saw a chance for more fun. About forty headed in through the open gate to the garden. Brian eventually arrived with the dog so they weren’t in there long but forty of them, with four hooves each, made plenty of deep marks in the soft ground. I now have the fun of imagining that I’m acting the part of Julia Roberts (in Pretty Woman) when replacing the divots in the lawn – although I’m not sure that anyone else would see the similarity.