herd cattle

I use to love going out to my grandfather’s dairy farm. In the evenings I would go out with him to bring in the cows for milking (the early morning shift was always done before we even woke up!)

His cattle were always very docile and so we would walk them in. Even so those things are enourmous and a misstep could break your foot…

I’m still paying for laughing at my wife when she got worried about the cows my grandfather’s dog was herding towards us. A simply “haya cow” was all it took to make them head the other way. Anyone else’s cattle and I probably would have been just as worried as her. Some of those bulls can be mean!