It was a cold, cold morning. Frost on the windshield.
The sun was just peeking over the ridge behind our neighbors' house.
It was time to move the cows from a pasture down the road back to our land. Three had gotten out the day before and headed for home.
Cold weather makes them antsy and ready to come back to where they know hay will be provided. John had a bucket of sweet feed and tolled them down the road to our pasture.
They were happy to comply.
Justin was behind them in the Kubota, to make sure none took a notion to do something crazy. And I was parked at our driveway, ready to wave a stick and turn back any who might head past the gate into their pasture.
There were three foolish calves who briefly had other ideas and had to be turned (me waving stick, Justin nipping quickly around them) but very soon, the herd was where they belonged and happily munching the still green grass.There's a job done!
