you think it’ll never happen to you

It's one of those things you hear about. 

So far off your radar, you're completely unprepared. 

The baby is on the ground. You're taking a photo of a dress on a hanger on an outside wall. For heaven's sake. And you turn around, and there it is. 

A cow in your backyard. 




I was so confused. The gate at the back wasn't open. No fences down. And she can't have come over the cattle grid. 

A holy mystery.



She took herself to the back gate and waited. 

I didn't know what else to do with her so I memorised her number to tell whoever owned her which paddock I'd put her into, and sent her off yonder. 




Meanwhile, this cow (below), in another paddock over our side fence, eyeballed me. 

Took my measure. 

Turns out my escapee escaped from her paddock.



Yeah, I'd be getting away from her too. Mean old 180. 

As long as they stay away from my precious winter tomatoes I don't mind the odd bovine visitor. 

No pooping anywhere near the baby OK? It's a house rule, I'm sticking to it. 


12 Comments on “you think it’ll never happen to you

green ink
April 4, 2011 at 10:16 pm

They are such insightful creatures! 180 looks rather exasperated 😛

The day Rump and T-Bone got out was not fun. My parents had a property in a suburb of Hobart that was not far from a main road (famous for the hoons)…and there was a dog exercise reserve next door…you can imagine the rest!! x

April 4, 2011 at 10:38 pm

ha! my sons favourite story from when I was a kid is the one about the cows getting into the yard and me waking my Dad up to chase them all out. I so remember looking out my bedroom window when I woke up and seeing a cow looking back!

April 5, 2011 at 3:17 am

Oh my word! What a surprise.
I did see a tv programme when I was in the US about someone who found a moose in their bathroom which was on the 5th floor of a building. He’d climbed up the stairs. Scary! x

April 5, 2011 at 3:40 am

I have had that happen! The neighbors way down the road had cows that could smell my garden and came for lunch–bad cows.

April 5, 2011 at 3:59 am

ha! how fun~ I wouldn’t mind having some random cow visitors…..

April 5, 2011 at 5:05 am

Good gracious me! What did Ivy think about her backyard friend?

April 5, 2011 at 5:23 am

What a brilliant cow! My dad still has a laugh at his own response to your dad’s comment that if a cow kicked or something, he just sold it. Not such well behaved creatures, in my dad’s world.
We’re all well. 2 weeks to go! Catch up soon, my dear.

April 5, 2011 at 2:41 pm

Fantastic! What will turn up tomorrow? Thanks for stopping by and reminding me I have a non-mama-ing project. The little ones are great, but so is life beyond!

April 5, 2011 at 7:48 pm

laughing laughing all the way! Wonderful!

April 6, 2011 at 3:01 pm

I think it’s a right of passage when you move to the country… we’d been at our place a few months when I had to deal with stray horses. Yep.. in the city it’s stray dogs and cats, in the country it’s stray live stock!

Oh and I have a theory about cows… black ones are mean. We had a stray cow problem here the other day and the black and white ones were happy enough for me to wack them on the bum gently to get them moving back where they belonged. The black ones though… one big mean mother in particular…she actually hooved the ground like she was going to charge at me! Needless to say I left her wandering about till the farmer came and got her!

April 8, 2011 at 12:58 pm

Love it!! What an adventure where you are — though I am amazed at your thinking to memorize the number — fantastic!

April 9, 2011 at 12:32 am

Holy cow!


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