We’ve heard stories of cattle getting out. Somehow we thought we would be exempt. We only had two, how much trouble could they get into? Yeah. We also have a Ferdinand.

Today was the day. It was something like this. Left for work, steer were in the pasture. Then the Mr. arrived home to a post-it note stating the steers got out and were down at the other barn. Our neighbor, the one who helped us with Ferdinand before, came to the rescue again, coaxing our runaways to the pasture around our other barn. The one in the picture that is far from this pasture. Separated by hay and alfalfa fields.

So while at work, there was a text, “the steer got out.” Me replying, “What?!?” Then other thoughts:

They had high-tailed it to the other road. And according to their poop trail, they walked along the outside of the lower pasture, amongst the walnut trees, and luckily within the confines of our property. Well, we hope. There was no sign of broken rails, or down fencing. It was as if they floated over the top and walked off. Probably feasting on alfalfa and grass, until they decided they would go a little further. There our neighbor found them and while Pepper easily went into the pasture, Ferdinand required food to move.

So for now they are here. Until Ferdinand uses that head of his to push through another rail. And Pepper happily follows.