Here are some photos of the guys moving a group of cows from our pasture back east where they are supposed to stay but keep coming home because, well, they’re a pain in the ass and the fence is down in some mysterious place.
Like seriously, the guys have probably moved this little herd of cows back east like half a dozen times in the last few weeks, fix a patch of fence, call it good and low and behold, I wake up to cow mooing and munching outside the fence.
The other day Husband got home, moved the cows back east, went up to the hayfield to cut and, boom, there they were. It took them the time it took him to get from his horse to his tractor to decide where they now found themselves was not, in fact, where they belong.
Dad called today and told me he thought he had the fence mystery solved. A big patch down in the trees. But just to be sure, and because it was time anyway, the guys moved all the cattle one more pasture over tonight, so if the cows are back home tomorrow, I think it’s time they give up.
Not that we don’t appreciate the entertainment here at the house…
Peace, love and fence fixin’
Jessie and Edie
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... 
Just an observation but I think that Edie has the same stance I often see you have Jess. Odd how they can pick up or are born with little idiosyncrasies of ours. Looks like the yellow dun did get a new home. Carry on!!