I guess I’m just always going to post about cows.
I wanted lots of sleep before anniversary, so when I got back to my room after dinner last night, I knocked back three sudafed, kicked off my shoes, and started watching Game of Thrones. Right about when the medicine kicked in, a fellow communard came by to inform me that a neighbor was outside and that one of our cows was on his land.

Sorry, I used to hang out on Reddit all day in a past life
In shock, unable to visualize what had happened, I braced myself for the crappiest evening ever and ran down to the barn to get a herding whip.
One of our “preggies” escaped. This herd includes actually-pregnant cows as well as some not-pregnant heifers who haven’t been barn trained yet. They’re in a pasture with pretty-good fencing, but it’s not one of the ones I’ve upgraded this year. It was already on my list for next year, but now I’m pissed and want to work on it this summer.
When I got there, it took me a while to find the problem. Four of our cows were staring off into the neighbor’s woods, and one was missing. But I didn’t see any obvious break in the line. The neighbor was on the other side of the fence, and I think I communicated OH SHIT — SORRY — PANIC, but I can’t be sure. We also had a typical Twin Oaks exchange:
Neighbor: “What’s the best way to reach you if I find her? I tried calling, but nobody answered.”
Me: “Uh. There is no best way. Sorry.”
Neighbor: *mildly aggravated laugh/groan*
We split ways, and I had the following plan in mind:
1) Get not-escaped cows into a safer pasture
2) Find the break
3) Go onto neighbor’s land, find missing cow, bring her back through break to safer pasture
4) Sleep