I Hate Cows

or at least full grown ones.
I have spent the last hour trying to get one of the big cows back in its pen, and it still is loose. Well, at least it can't get out in the road. All it can do is get lost in the woods. I give up. To begin with, how it go out was it greatly desired thistles, so it jsut walked over the fence. Best way to get out. Yay. So I went down with some grain tolead it back around the pasture, to the gate. First I had to get it near enough to realize that the bucket had grain. That meant trudging through the thistles (in a skirt) shaking the bucket, following the cow. Eventually, after several times of it runnign away when ever I close enough to feed it, I fed the other cows a handful and then the loose cow came over to see what it was. I tried to lead it with grain and that worked until we tried to pass the garden, and then it saw all mom's delicious plants and decided that fresh corn and beans beats cracked corn. So I had to run around yelling and pushing it until it got out of the garden. It got out of the garden all right, but it didn't stop there. It went crashing off into the woods. Thankfully, it came back out of the woods in a moment and headed right back into the garden. So I took a step towards it and it saw me and turned and ran as fast as it could right back to where it started. I give up. I hope Mom will coem home soon. I can't even get her with the cell phone as she isn't picking it up. *sigh* Cows are dumb.