The grass is always greener....

....on the other side of the fence.

And so it was this morning, with one of the neighbor's cows.  Down the hill she came from her own pasture, which is filled with dark and beautifully thick green grass.  Why would a cow choose to walk away from such a lush field?

At the bottom of our hill, I saw that cow veer towards the right as she walked down from her side of the hill, and that right turn of hers got her moving in the direction of our property.  Green grass here also, plus a pond filled to the top with not only water, but half a dozen brown ducks.  Our field doesn't look as tall and as lush as the cow's own pasture, but our property is quickly filling up with bluebonnet seedlings.  I'm sure those very seedlings would have been a fine breakfast for a cow who had them all to herself.

That cow kept walking up our hill, stopping here and there along our fence line, probably wondering if her legs would allow her to jump over our fence so she could introduce herself to the ducks and get a drink from the pond. As she got closer to our driveway, the cow was looking at our pond and nibbling the grass at her feet.... then she'd take a few more steps, look at the pond, nibble some more grass.   I was tempted to go out there and drive my car down the road, hoping to get behind her and persuade her to walk back towards her own property.  As it was, the other cows in that herd were watching her from their own field, knee-deep in that dark green grass of theirs.

I decided not to take my car out of the garage... did I really want to risk getting my car damaged by a 1200-pound-cow who may not want to "move along, Missy."  I decided a few patches of cow poop on our grass wasn't equal to having to clean mud from my car and explain to my husband why there was a cow-dent in the front fender.  So I just kept an eye on that cow to make sure she didn't get too close to the house.

In the end, the cow decided to turn around and walk back to her own pasture.  It wasn't me that prompted her..... it was the insistent huffing and puffing of the bull in that herd over there, most likely yelling "Where are you going, woman?! You left these calves here with me and they're dang out of control!"  (No matter the species, the males hardly ever want to take care of the kids.)