The phone rang at 2230. KSO.
But before it rang the sun set on a beautiful day.
Frankie and Taco thought it had been a pretty good day too. Every day is a good day for Frankie and Taco.
But at 2230 the Sheriff's Office called. Cattle out on the county road. It happens.
So I zoomed on out to see what I could see, which wasn't much, given the overcast sky and late hour.
A complicating factor was a flare up of the ol' Achilles tendonitis. Or is it tendinitis? Spell check is all confused like.
At any rate I found the cows, which was a tougher chore than you might first imagine. But I got skills.
Getting them back into the pasture was tricky too.
But again, skills.
I gave myself a bit of a giggle imagining a neophyte attempting the chore. Which wasn't all that hard because I well remember my first Knight Wrangling attempt. A proper Romeo Foxtrot it was, and ended with my trusty old '72 Dodge pickup wedged in a gully, stuck tighter than a bulls @$$ in fly time.
That was a lotta years ago.
Couldn't find where the cows got out, but I'll do that in the morning when I can see and read the tracks.
I called the Sheriff's Office back and thanked Juanita the dispatcher for calling. They always seem surprised when I do that.