Thankfully, all my waving and yelling caused him to reconsider and circle around the landscape. It sort of takes me back to my childhood, recalling many frantic announcements in the home, "the cows are out!". I think cow chasing is in my blood.
Of course this is just one cow, not a whole pastureful. We thought we had him cornered at this point.
But he decided to go for a swim, a very COLD swim. Notice he's careful not to get his tail wet. At least he isn't lost in an 80 acre cornfield.
We cow chasers, however, will not be going for a swim anytime soon.
And so he made a clean escape from us. Doesn't he just have little smug bounce in his tail? Unfortunately for him, the next fence he broke through put him right back in the pasture.
The End.
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