Cattle Drive

I took the family on our first Cattle Drive last night. It was not a planned cattle drive, just something we drove into and we were more than willing to help.

Sara had been bit by a spider and we were on our way to the pharmacy to pick up medicine when we noticed a police officer standing in the middle of the highway motioning for me to pull over into the right hand lane…we then notice a cow, a very large cow, was walking down the highway. The cow’s owner and police office were trying to catch the cow and the cow was moving much faster (if you can imagine that) than the two men were moving.

My family in our suburban and two other motorists helped corral the beast up against the guard rail. The cow’s only escape became charging toward the men trying to catch him, pushing one of the vehicles out of the way or jumping the guard rail. The cow jumped (yes, jumped) the guard rail and continued to run. And our part of the Cattle Drive was done.

I’m just happy that we were able to keep the animal from meeting an untimely end on the highways of Seneca.