Close Encounters of the Bovine Kind

Chickens might be my family’s largest livestock, but we live surrounded by cows. Sometimes they stay safely on their side of the fence, content to eat the apples Sage feeds them.

Sage feeding calf

Sage feeding his little bovine buddy

Horizontal Sage petting calf

The buddy’s summoned his friends.

But sometimes, the cows come to us.

Cow in yard

A cow grazing in our yard–for the fourth or fifth time that week. (Sometimes she brings friends, but she was alone that day.)

Fortunately, we’re none the worse as a result of our Close Encounters of the Bovine Kind. And, unless our neighbor gets a LOT better at repairing his fences (unlikely after 10 years), we’re bound to have many more.

That’s just life in rural Wisconsin.

2 comments

  1. Jane Walsh · · Reply

    I like your way of life đŸ˜˜

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  2. I thought your neighbors were Amish. If so, I think they’d be conscientious about fence repair. Hmmm

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