brown-cow
I was headed back from Sonic (had a coupon for a free Rt 44) and down by the river was a cow. Loose. Grazing along the side of the road.
North of the river are black cows. South of the river, on the north side is a pecan grove. No cows there but on the left are a mixture of cows. So, even though I had TWO DOGS in the back of the jeep, I did the right thing.
I turned around, and drove down that long muddy rutted driveway to the farmhouse. There were dairy goats running around loose, and some farm dogs and a collie. My own two dogs in the back decided this meant growl and bark, so I couldn’t get out. (Afaid mine might try to get out - they don’t know what goats are.) So, I did the next best thing.
I honked.
and waited.
Someone finally poked their head out, with a ‘yesssss?’ (Because a lady all alone in a jeep with two golden retrievers looks SO dangerous…)
So, I told him, looks like you have a cow out. There’s a brown cow on the road. HA, Got his attention with that! Then there was a flurry of activity as I slowly turned around and made my way back down that sloppy mess of a driveway left behind by too much snow, all the while dodging farm dogs and goats.
I watched in my rear-view mirror as they caught the wayward cow…
