Herding turkeys was a piece of cake compared with trying to move (notice how deftly I sidestepped a pun there) a herd of cows from one end of the farm to another. They didn’t really want to leave their first pasture and it was, admittedly, a pretty decent haul to the corral near the barn. Also, most of them were pregnant.
But they eventually started moving (sidestepped again!), and were rewarded by lush, green grass (somebody at the farm called it “cow crack”) in the new pasture. I got to ride in the back of the pickup truck to take these, which was fun.
