We had our annual cattle drive this morning, moving cattle from our rented land back to our farm. The landowner doesn't want us feeding hay there. Plus, Joe doesn't want to feed there either. It would be just one more thing to have to do.
If there was a third person, we probably wouldn't need the temporary fence. But with just the two of us, we need a way to keep the cows out of the yard and head them to the road.
We started off with 5 for the longer mile walk.
Joe hopped in the Rav and took off ahead of the cows to be able to turn them into the gate at our farm. I walked behind and picked up a bag of trash along the way. My bag was too small, and there was too much trash. But every little bit helps I guess. There is a lot of beer and twisted tea that gets drunk along this stretch of road.
That all went smoothly. Time for the second group.
This group was larger but not going as far.
They took every opportunity to sneak in a few mouthfuls of green grass.
Then they turned the wrong way through the gate even with the Rav blocking the way. Joe had to jump over the fence and cut them off to turn them the right way.
No more drama. They headed on to where they belonged.