Same thing happened to us on Saturday. We left the ranch early in the morning to go grocery shopping. While in the store, I get a voice mail from the county animal control saying that there are "loose black and white cows" on our road, about four miles from the ranch. We are thinking "WTH??!, They were chewing cud happily when we drove out." We raise the only black and white cows on the road (belted galloways, and the local brand inspector knows that we are the only ones around), so we figure that they have to be ours. Almost everyone around us raises black angus, though one or two have a couple of Charolais, so it sure seems like our cattle got out and some tourist drove behind them to push them down the road. That means the cows are going to be hot and upset, and everyone is six months pregnant at the moment.
We can't exactly speed home, but we dropped what we were doing and head home trying to think what the heck could have happened. Sure enough about four miles from home, cow flops in the road. We are thinking this is not good, not good at all. A bit further on, we come around the corner and see a sheriff's assistant driving down, and flag her down. As we speak with her, she confirms that it is a herd of loose black and white cows (we are still thinking "darn! How did our cows get out?") and that they are looking for the owner. We fess up and say that we breed black and white cows, to which she says, "Oh, no we are looking the owner Mr. XXXX XXXX.", who is our neighbor, three and a half miles down the road, but they don't know where he is for some reason. (Seriously? I saw the deputies there last week on a call.) We offer to show her his place, and a mile up the road we come to the herd of cattle consisting of;
one upset black bull,
six Charolais cows,
an angus steer, and
a pair of Herefords
Mystery solved, some loose "black cows" and some loose "white cows"... not some loose "black and white" cows.
Ours were still snoozing in the shade when we got home.
Rural life...
All the best,
Peter