repost from 11/16/16

     Waking up to a phone call at 1:14 a.m. is never a good thing.  Last night, it was our new neighbor in the house down the road calling us.  She had recently moved here from the city, and was panic stricken to step out her door and see cows in her driveway, sniffing and snorting at her shiny SUV.  Kinley woke the boys, and they zoomed out the lane to check things out.  As soon as they arrived at her house, they realized something didn’t add up…. they were looking at black and white cows, and all of ours are tan and brown!  The poor woman was so excited that it took a few minutes for her to calm down enough for Jason to explain that the cows weren’t ours.  Her incredulous response of “How can you tell” almost made the boys laugh out loud :).

     The next step was to call the farmer at the other end of the road.  After getting his answering machine three times, they called his dad, who lives next door, and sent him to rouse his sleepy son.  This finally got him out of his cozy bed to claim his wayward holstein heifers and chase them back to his pastures.  

     I have always said that there is a difference between ‘being a farmer’ and ‘living in the country.’  At 1:14 in the morning, I’m glad that my sons are the farmers, and I was snug in my bed while they pursued cattle frolicking in the moonlight!