Down Country

With living in the country comes certain responsibilities…like learning how to drive in the snow/rain/mud/hail/animals, making sure the pantry is stocked since the grocery isn’t three minutes away…and rounding up the neighbor’s livestock when it breaks loose.

There was a period of time when I was growing up that our neighbor’s cows were in our front yard every morning around seven. We’d rally the troops, call our neighbors and then chase the cows back down the lane knowing we’d be doing it all over again the next day.

I was taken back in time today when I drove out to the farm after work this evening and saw black dots in the distance that gradually formed the shapes of horses and cows. Well crap.

As far as returning other people’s cows to their homes go, it was a pretty tame adventure. They pretty much went where they were supposed it, didn’t do much running and stayed home after we realized they had gotten right back out at the other end of the pasture through the open gate. Genius right there, folks. It’s like trying to pour water into a glass with a hole in the bottom. It just plain don’t work.

Anyhow, that’s what we call being neighborly out in the sticks: working hard for your neighbor for free.

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