Mad Cow

My house backs up to a field by the Virgin River. We were sitting on our back porch this morning watching geese fly in, when we spotted a cow in our neighbor's backyard (also apparently enjoying the geese). We telephoned the cow's human and started the round up. My kids formed a (mostly) brave line of defense between the cow and the sleeping, unsuspecting world beyond the backyard, as I looked for a soft spot in the fencing to get him back in the field. The ("scary, slobbering") cow charged the line, and it held! Well, actually the female part of the line held, as my boy bailed out for dear life.