Decades ago, the area we live in was mostly farm area.
Most of the farms have sold the land and I believe now, there are only a few working farms left.
One day, we are driving by a farm on our regular route and the cows are out in the field as usual.
As we were driving by, I noticed that the cows were all located near the fence, mooing really loudly in unison, and one cow was frantically pacing the fence.
Upon closer look, I saw what the cow's concern was.
Evidently, a calf had somehow gotten on the other side of the fence and could not get back into the cow field.
I told my husband to stop the car so we could rescue the calf.
The house was on the other side of the road so I just went to the door and knocked.
I told the man the situation.
He was glad I stopped and told him and took care of it.
So much for the "Tattle Tails", the cows at the fence mooing in unison but stressed out.
Today, the old barn still stands but all the cows are gone.
I miss them.
No comments:
Post a Comment