A Foggy Start

The main herd was scattered. Some were in the back of the big field, others where lounging around by the nearly cleared out log deck, while still others were across the river and grazing in the small pastures that dot the low areas around the Nehalem.

In an effort to round them up, Mike and the dogs went one way and I went the other hoping to move the stragglers down to the crossing to meet up with the loungers at the log landing.

The fog was hanging close to the river on this morning and as I was coaxing a few critters toward the crossing, one popped her head out of the thick growing snowberry bushes. She wasn’t moving in the direction I was insisting but rather just sticking her head out to see what all the hub-bub was about. The fog made for quite a comical sight with the cow’s head in the middle.

She stood there until I had my group well across the river crossing before she decided to leave her green haven and join up with the moving crowd.

Once across the river, she caught up with the animals headed to the back of the field and the rest of the main herd. Everyone together again and enjoying each others company.