Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Chasing cows.

Nothing like a rousing cow chase to end a day.  Really not so bad when it isn't your cow you are chasing.  I haven't had a cow for several years now.  Thank goodness.  I had enough chasing cows (my own) for one lifetime.  I still remember waking up in the middle of the night thinking that I heard something and then running outside to check that Lunchbox was still in his pen.  And then panicking when I didn't see him right away.  Yeah, I know - he was a bull, not a cow.  But anyway.  I can say that I've chased more animals than I've ever imagined.  And at one time or another, I've helped chased animals for nearly all of my neighbor's.  My youngest son has mastered the art of cow-chasing.  He knows exactly which direction to walk, how fast to go, when to make eye contact - cow-chasing is a fine art.  You can also tell a lot about a family by the way they chase animals.  My family is rather loud.  There's constant yelling at each other because we all are both hard of hearing and naturally loud.  The neighbor's with whom we chased tonight are freakishly calm.  No hollering. No raised voices (although I could hear by the tone of my adult neighbor's voice that his frustration was nearly the yelling level).  My other neighbor's are at least as loud as we.  Maybe even more.  And they swear at each other - cuss words echo throughout the valley when their cow would get loose. Or their yard catch fire.  Or the husband is driving their lawn tractor too fast, too slow, in the mud......
It's always nice when neighbor's come together - whether it's for a church dinner, a cookout, or just to chase a loose goat, cow, or llama.  It's nice to know that we can count each other even though we may not see each over much over the winter.