The kids had decided that they would go play at stomping puddles in the pouring rain.
They suddenly rushed in all excitement - I could have powered the lawnmower with the vibes they were sending out.
We had a baby cow in the garden. What a shame. She was petrified. Mooing and lowing, calling for her Mum. I called the farmer, and then went to the window to watch her.
She was running from corner to corner, and then spotted my veggie garden. The gate was open. On went the wellies, and I was out the door like a shot! Closed the gate, and she did an abrupt about face, running off towards the garden gates and the road. I popped down the other side, the shorter route, and intercepted her at the gates. We don't get a lot of traffic but sod's law says she would run out in front of a car or something.
She wasn't too sure of me. Strange person in shocking pink leggings and one of Ger's jackets. I'd have been nervous too 
She about-faced again and ran off to the opposite corner of the garden. I thought she was suitably cornered, and decided to wait by the gate for the farmer (who incidentally still hasn't arrived!) but she jumped the fence and was off down the next field.
Man, can that baby run! She's disapeared now into the trees at the bottom of the field, and I haven't seen her for about 20 minutes. She can get into the village if she cuts thru there, and across another smaller field.
Hope she's okay.
