So Saturday morning he says that 3 of the bulls are out but he had already gotten one back in. Feeling guilty, I went the help get the other two back.
Not only were these two still out but they were at the very end of the biggest field.
And at the bottom of a very long, steep hill. The little one split off and we had to go back to get him after we got the big one all the way back to the lot.
I guess I shouldn't make fun of J's triple security system anymore.
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Oh, that sinking feeling when the cows (especially bulls!) get out. Ugh.
I used to get up in the morning for work, and find the neighbor's red bull in our yard, grazing away. They had a cattle guard keeping them in... guess it wasn't a "bull guard!".
Such an UGH! Moment when the cows/bulls get out!
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