Sometimes the CEFA cattle herd make their way from their pastures, through a left-open gate, across the bridge, and up the hill into the orchards. I ran into them on my afternoon walk, and there wasn’t anyone around so I tried to herd them. It seemed simple. Get a stick and wave it around to get them to go down the road, back to their corral. Not simple. I only succeeded in getting them to crash into a nearby jackfruit tree, their being oblivious to the fact that the branches were down to their knees and not particularly yielding, just wanting to get away from the crazy lady with the stick I guess. The cattle herder’s sons came soon after that and very skillfully got them walking down the road, not through the trees and bushes! We all have our God given gifts, and I guess I’ll stick to nursing and hanging out with friends without horns.
