How Now Brown Cow

No this is not a picture of a cow, its Mojo and Tango being all snuggly. Sometimes Mojee will let me run my finger down the bottom of her foot and sometimes not.

Some people think the country is boring. I dont. On my way to the rescue I see the most beautiful creatures. (and sad sights too) Deer, Turkey, all manner of birds and other critters. My camera is never handy. The turkeys have been hanging out at the toll station. I see them all the time. My dad always told me nothing will whip your ass faster in the woods than a ticked off turkey. I dont know but I believe him so I try not to anger them. But this isnt about turkeys.

I know nothing about cows, nothing at all. I see them all the time in Oklahoma of course. They are very attractive and their eyes are beautiful. We used to have cows in the pasture across the highway. I tried to speak to them once or twice but to no avail. They always ran away. I would wave to them and yell "Hello Moos"! I can only imagine what they were saying about me. But I digress.

I was driving home from the rescue on Monday and around the corner I go and see 6 cows standing in the middle of the highway, uh oh. I pull over, call the highway patrol, spend 10 useless minutes trying to explain where I am and then decide to get the cows out of the road myself. What to do, what to do. If I startle them will they scatter? Hmmmm, dont cows usually huddle together when frightened? Traffic is light but I need to do something.......decide. CRAPADOODLE.

I hop out of the car, make sure the coast is clear and run full force at the cows, clapping my hands and yelling "get out of the highway cows" ( I am assuming they speak english of course, I am praying they understand and dont panic) They didnt panic and they stayed together. In no hurry they strolled across the road into the grass. Nice but as soon as I leave they may wander back. Hmmmm, I can see where they came through the fence maybe I can get them to go back in. So I just stand there talking to them, trying my best to convince them to walk down the hill (carefully of course, they hill was steep and I dont want them to hurt themselves) but they just stared at me. Someone did stop and ask me if they were my cows, no and thanks for your help.

Farmer comes finally with a truck. He honks the horn at the cows and they mosey down the hill. He stays on the side of them and I walk behind them clapping my hands for quite a ways until we get them to the gate. They wander in and farmer shuts the gate. Thanks me for the help, I let him know where the fence is down and he is on his way to repair it. Now, I can add cattle herder or maybe cattle wrangler to my resume? I do wonder if those cows were secretly laughing at me. I think so.

Is it fate or chance that I end up in these situations? Now, that is interesting. I went to see "The Adjustment Bureau". It's all about Fate vs chance. What do you think? Are our paths set from the time we are born? Does every little decision we make determine our path? Tell me what you think.