We arrived home the other day after spending the night "in town" to find two almost grown calves in our front yard. Well, Kip saw the big cow pies first, then found the cows "sitting" on our lawn. We think they must've been there overnight given the amount of leavings. Kip and Richard chased them into the sheep paddock until we figured out who they belonged to. They had somehow escaped from the paddock down the street and ended up in our yard. The owner lives out of town and was unable to help us move them. Getting them home involved herding them out of our sheep field, through our yard, down the driveway, down the road and into their own field. The whole family got into the act and in the end, I was running down the road in my gumboots trying to head the calves off before they got too far away. Too bad I was the one with the camera because I'm pretty sure I was a sight. After we got them home, Richard began scooping poop. All is well that ends well, and as far as we know the calves are still happily fenced where they belong.
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