![]() I broke into a run, waving my arms at the cows still heading for the gate, hoping I might be able to corral them to keep them from getting out, too. ![]() ![]() And-oh no!-at least twenty cows had escaped through the gate and into the creamery parking lot! Open! The gate! I’d forgotten to latch it behind me when I’d walked into the pasture. I gulped, my pulse ratcheting into my chest. I glanced up just in time to see three Holsteins trotting past me, making a beeline for the open pasture gate. I was halfway through signing my name when a chorus of elated “Moos,” much too close for comfort, sounded to my right. Careful not to move the phone from its position lest I lose the reception, I texted Leila. Keeping my eyes trained on the phone, at last, I saw one bar flicker to life on its screen. There were several dozen cows grazing a few hundred feet away, but they didn’t even glance up at me. ![]()
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