Bad Behavior

Do you see these cows? They are where they aren't supposed to be. In other words the aren't where they should be.

They're AWOL,

on the run,

they've gone rogue.

I realize the picture is kind of blurry, but look at the one in the front. The one with the funky, downward curving horns.

She has a reputation 'round these parts - a rep for misbehaving.

But this time she has a posse -

young, impressionable cows that she has led astray.

They know not what they do.


You see, they should all be on the same side of that cattle guard as The Chief''s truck.

Somehow, who knows how, they got in the next pasture.

They have their ways.

They go out in the lake and around fences, they go down in gullies and under fences, they sometimes (like Miss Funky Horns) have the audacity to jump a fence.

But no matter how they get out - they must be retrieved...


So, to get started, we (well, The Chief) has to take the fence apart so they'll have a way back in.

Because, well, of course they can't walk over the cattle guard. (Although some of them do on occasion - but it's tricky and takes a lot of tightrope practice).

Then we go get some of this....



The object of the cow's desire... Range cubes.

Yummm........................

Just the rustle of the paper bag will bring them running.

Sometimes right over you.

Dangerous things, those paper feed sacks.


For a minute, they act uninterested in the rustle.

One little twerp arrogantly turns away...

Then - they can't stand it.

Here they come.

For the cows, it all about the rustle.

OK, they're back in.

The Chief starts to put the fence back together.
I get distracted with this....
And this....



Then The Chief politely suggests that I might want to put the camera away and maybe ...

Help.

A little. Or a lot.

At least some.


And once again, everything was right with the world.