What do you do when a strange car pulls into your driveway at 9:30 on Saturday evening? Do you go out and ask if you can help them? What if they tell you there are loose cows in your front yard? You look and see that yes, yes there are loose cows in your front yard. So you thank them, go back inside, throw on your muck boots, grab a jacket and come back out for another look. Yep, still there.
There were 4 of them. A large heifer, a smaller heifer and two calves. They were eating our weeds, which was fine and which is also why none of our neighbors spray their weeds... You never know when the somebodys livestock is coming for a visit and a snack!
At first we thought it was our next door neighbors cows. A quick thought of panic that our heifer is with their herd and she is not very people friendly. Catching her would be a chore to put it mildly. Oh boy! So hubby by this time is armed with a small flashlight and heads over to check gates and fences since they were not home. The neighbors herd called to the loose cows and soon everyone was standing around together.
Well the girls were running around the house nekkid and I couldn't leave them alone so on went the pajamas, put the car seats in the van, get the girls loaded up and off we went. We were off to herd cattle in the minivan. The girls thought it was great!
Hubby had gone to the neighbors and had checked all the gates- checked the fences and nothing. All of their cows, steers and the bull were where they were supposed to be. Now the big questions were- Where did these come from? Who did they belong to?
Lucky for everyone, I had put the horses all in for the night. All of the pastures and turnouts were empty. So as I came down the road behind the neighbors place, the cows headed back into our open pasture, then they doubled back and headed north to the other neighbors property... Something about the headlights didn't sit well with them.
Every time the girls seen the cows, all I heard from the back seat was Holly MoooOOOooo. Holly MoooOOOooo. When I stopped next to the fence by the neighbors cows and rolled down the window for them- the cows mooed back and it made the girls' night. That was the best. thing. EVER!
I suggested opening up a fence panel and moving the cows into our back pasture for the night, so hubby jumped in and we went back to the house to get tools to undo the clamps. Once the panel was swung open, we went back for the cows. Hubby on foot, me and the girls in the van. The cows didn't exactly cooperate at first, me and the girls ended up going back around the block to come up between the neighbors pastures and block off the road.
The cows were pretty quiet and went into the pasture with no problem. Hubby clamped the panels back together as I drove back around to the front and in our driveway. I headed out back and the girls sat wide eyed and watched as we threw some hay to the cows to help them settle in for the night. I had grabbed my cell phone and shot a quick email out to the neighborhood through our irrigation association. I had been on the phone with our neighbor in charge of that while we were herding the cows. She had no idea who the cows belonged to either.
The next morning our neighbor Harry showed up and was thankful his cows were safe. His wife Nancy said that by the way the gate was left open, they thought the cows had been stolen. He was dealing with the Renaissance Festival and we were headed to the Scottsdale Arabian show in the morning so it was decided, the cows were fine out back and he would pick them up on Monday morning.
All's well that ends well, but the whole time I was thinking to myself- this ranks right up there with something crazy that Mikey and Wade (of the Horse Shoeing Housewife blog) would be doing. It made me laugh to think that between the antics there and us herding cows in the dark with the minivan, people must sure wonder about living in Arizona... Yes the heat has affected the brain of some of the residents. Couldn't you tell?