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.
But sometimes, the cows come to us.
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.