But they weren't. My heart dropped as I scanned the far corner of the pasture and did not see them. I looked out in the hayfield and didn't see them. They are both distinctive, one a black and white paint and the other a palomino paint, so they are easy to spot. The gate to the hayfield was closed, and the fence on that side looked intact.
|On a woody hillside|
After a quick stop back in the house to get the keys to the ATV, I planned to go out and check on the back gate that our neighbor has sometimes left open when he retrieves his errant cows from our hayfield. And there they were, out in the hayfield after all. They must have been right up behind the pond bank or down in a hollow when I'd scanned the field, but that weak spot in the fence had misled me into thinking they'd gone a different direction. After a little convincing they finally agreed to come home for breakfast.
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