Saturday morning and the Jeep and I are blocking the road in preparation for running the herd (less the Jersey girls) across the road to what was Merle's farm. Her son no longer keeps cows and offered us the use of the pasture. We are delighted -- dry weather has left our grazing short.
Two of Justin's friends are blocking the other end of the corridor with John's truck.
John is in the Kubota with some buckets of sweet feed, trying to toll the suspicious bovines across the hard road. Cows are nothing if not conservative and they've never made this move before. Justin is behind them, encouraging them to keep moving. Bob and Willa (who would really like to help but would likely cause confusion) are firmly shut in the Jeep while I stand in the middle of the road, taking pictures and ready to wave a stick if the cows come my way.
Mostly out the gate and the eating is already better . . .
Now to convince them to keep moving across the scary pavement.
They're not sure . . .(they rarely are.) This is why it helps to have lots of people.
Indecision . . .
A few brave girls take the plunge!
Justin and Otis, Derek and Doug close in on the stragglers. And they're in! Knee-high grazing, a branch (creek) with pools of water in the shade -- the girls are in cow heaven!
