Dirty business.

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It is almost 11 o’clock at night and I was taking some trash out. To my surprise there was a cow in the yard looking at me. I had heard it chewing on the grass but thought it was outside the fence. I took the trash out, opened the gate and decided to pull on the rope that is tied around its horns. I pulled a couple times and it started to move but then it jerked its head and I dropped the rope. Oh bother. Kevin enjoyed watching from inside the house, and asked if I wanted pictures. It would have been great but it was dark so the pictures wouldn’t have turned out. He finally said I just needed to come up behind it and it would just walk out. I didn’t want it to kick me so I stayed back but had to “chase” it out of the yard. Silly cow. I guess the kids and I will be working on closing up the gap in the fence by the hill so the cow won’t be able to get in the yard. It is worse than having chickens because it goes poop where ever it wants and you really don’t want to step in that. I guess we should have brought the kids poopie shoes from Alaska. I just didn’t think we would need them.