It was raining late last night and one of the offspring was not yet home, when I saw flashing blue lights in the driveway. My mother’s heart skipped a beat as I alerted My Loving Spouse. He looked out the window and said those words that bring about immediate and frantic action.
‘There’s a cow in the road….oh, Bad British Word it is Bob!’
We jammed on our boots and flew out into the rain to meet the boys in blue.
“We just chased a cow into your front yard.”
‘Oh, thank you! That is Bob.’
With a bit of help from the Officer’s flash light I chased Bob through the flower garden and back toward the pasture where My Loving Spouse had opened the gate. Bob does not like to be chased and all he really wanted was his Mommy. He never really understands that we are chasing him back to her. Chasing cows in the rain and in the dark the only ones really having fun, were the officers. They laughed and joked.
‘When he ran into your yard he bucked and kicked. I figured if he wasn’t your cow, that he was now.’
I jumped on the bike (quad) to help close the right gates to keep Bob where he belonged. I’ve gotten quite good on the bike as I zip around the farm taking care of things, except I’ve never ridden it in the dark night before and did not know where one vital item was…the light switch. Finding the light switch in the dark was not actually easy either, so I stopped the bike before I ran into anything, in an effort to keep the evening rescues down to a minimum.
The two soggy old folks thanked the Officers again, as I planned my next project…the one I’d been putting off…fence repair.
