When we went back to find the wandering bovines the next day, we found them in the same location where they had been when we found them the first time. They just looked at us as if to say, "Oh, you guys again? Pardon us if we don't ask you to stand and graze with us." With the gracious permission of the next door (gate?) rancher, we were able to entice/herd them one pasture closer to home. The next complication occurred, however, when they spotted another large grazing party and decided to lose themselves in the crowd. Cows can actually walk fast when they eye other cows, and they don't have hang-ups about talking to mooing strangers. Larry and I were done for that day since we had to go somewhere cool to plan the next strategy. Later that day, the wise ranch owner quarantined the intruders in a separate pen, making it possible the next morning for Larry and Ray (another kind rancher) to send the brown-eyed darlings through a chute and into Ray's cattle trailer. The rest, I understand, was without ceremony. I wasn't there for the coming-home party.
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