The Native Iowan

A few months back a rather distant neighbour rang, asked if Id seen “a red cow”.

And I had. A smallish “Drought Master”. A good looking beast.

Was hanging around, following the herd of another neighbour. But was skittish to the point of being wild.

My first response to a stray cow on my property is always, and all ways, to secure it. Get it in a fenced area. Keep it secure. Figure out what is what after.

This one was too skittish to get close to. I tried herding it. Bribing it with nice green hay. It ran off, as swift as a deer.

Time passes.

I name the cow “Ruby”. Ruby has run off the property. Is well fed. Well watered. Looks great.

Ruby joins the herd of deer. The deer (two herds of deer) call this valley home.

My distant neighbour isn’t fussed about his missing cow…

I dont bother myself with the wild deer, so the wild cow, that identifies as a deer, receives the same respect.

Ruby is no longer a problem.

Makes me happy.

Smiles