Within a few days the mini herd settled in and looked forward to seeing me on the lawn tractor. That meant they would soon receive a starter salad of clippings.
My country intuition knew it was only a matter of time before company would come calling.
Late in the afternoon three bull calves sauntered up the driveway curious about the new black and white boarders.
All of the pregnant girls were eager to meet the adolescent beefers from across the gravel road to the east.
However, visiting was cut short when their mothers bellowed for them to come home for dinner.
A couple of months later the heifers went home to have their calves and the entire herd of beef cows from the east pasture ended up at the Catillac Ranchette. It took some convincing but they eventually went back to their home pasture. They too vacated the day before the first snowfall ending unexpected wanderers until grazing season returned.