It was probably chasing me!
That’s right. Cows don’t like me.
They chase me.
See how that one is sizing me up? I took that last Sunday.
And notice, I am far away, on the OTHER side of the fence!
My first experience with cows was when I was 12 years old. My Mother, Grandmother and I flew to Missouri to visit some relatives who owned a dairy farm.
My cousin and I hit it off well. Everyday was a new adventure for me. To get to the swimming hole, we had to walk through the pasture.There were cows here there and yonder. A few of them began walking toward us. My cousin, being around cows most of her life, began flapping a towel to deter them. Thank goodness!
A day or so later, we wandered down a dry creek bed to the neighbors dairy farm. Not long after crossing under the fence, the neighbor cows detected us. They began looking up, one at a time. They looked at eachother, then back at me and my cousin. Then began running full steam toward us.
Let me tell you…
I had never been so scared in my life!
I didn’t think twice. I didn’t know where I was in the great state of Missouri, but I knew where I came from.
I came from the safety of the other side of that fence.
like I never had before.
for my life!
off and left my cousin.
When I got to that fence, I didn’t stop to crawl under.
I dove under. I didn’t care if I ate those rocks I was diving head first into.
I didn’t care if the barbed wire fence scalped me or ripped my shirt off.
As long as I made it to the other side!
Once I was safe on the other side of the fence, I stopped.
My heart was beating 90 miles a minute. It took a bit for me to catch my breath.
I then realized, my cousin hadn’t made it yet. I began to get worried. I started pacing the fence like a horse wanting on the other side.
She finally came running around a bend in the creek. Out of breath, but safe.
She said she’d never had those cows do that before, and she walked over there all the time.
Then when I was about 6 months pregnant with my last child, my Mother and Father-in-law had cows, here on the farm.
I’ll just say, I ended up jumping a fence to get away from a cow.
My Dad, back in his younger days, used to lead his cow with a halter and lead rope.
I’m not gonna get close enough to a cow to try to put a halter on one.
When my in-laws had the cows, they bought a bull to go along with them.
The owner said he was a big baby. You could do whatever you wanted with him.
That bull was huge. His name was Red. And The Captain handled him well.
I didn’t get anywhere near that bull.
Knowing my luck with cows, I probably would have tripped and fell trying to get outta his way and he would have plowed over me like a freight train.
No siree, I wasn’t gonna give it a chance.
Me and the cows…
We have a mutual agreement…
As long as I stay outta their pasture, they won’t chase me.
Sounds like a good deal to me!