The neighbor who has this cute little hunting cabin that we ride by sometimes called today and we met him by this cabin. Our cows got mixed up. Well, some of ours got into his place and his bull got into ours.
The neighbor was very apologetic about his bull and very friendly. Everyone has been extra nice to us lately. It’s good but we kinda wonder what’s going on that we don’t know about.
It’s hard moving into a rural community as strangers. Everyone has usually known each other since childhood, their own or at least their kid’s childhood. Then here we come, trying to fit in. Maybe after 6 years, folks are just getting used to us being around. We try to get along with all 16 neighbors (surrounding the 40,000 acres we take care of) but animals sometimes don’t respect fences and mix ups occur. But today was an OK mixup, thank Heavens.