Below is the front yard by the time the neighbors got here to get the cows back in.
When I called my husband to tell him the cows were out, he asked me to go out and try to keep them off the lawn, ha ha ha is all I have to say. I tried yelling at the cows, shooing at the cows, swinging my arms wildly. The cows started to move, but those darn bulls just gave me an evil look and scared me just a little, so I gave up and came in. I was not raised around cattle and my husband usually doesn't let me get anywhere near his cattle, unless I am in the pickup being very quiet. I am so not a farm girl!