Keeping the cows out... or trying to

Sometimes, but especially during the dry summer, cows run out of places to find nutritious, hydrating food. The grasses are devoid of any moisture, so they roam in hopes of finding 'greener pastures'... not so metaphorically. So, it's not unusual to find cows walking up the river and munching on whatever succulent greenery they can find. And, when they reach our property, they seem quite happy to mosey on up to the gardens. This has happened several times. Kevin has managed to block most of the obvious entrances, but there's a wider area, beside our walkway from the house to the island garden that has never had any kind of barrier, except for the steepness of the hill... yeah, lesson learned, that's no barrier for cows. Two days ago, two cows came up and we monitored the situation. Frankie would bark fiercely (little do they know) at them and they stay down by the river for several hours... helping themselves to the luscious salad. I had went to Santa Maria to by some barbed wire run while Kevin had other things to do... meanwhile, it didn't take long for the cows to climb up and start munching on our flowers. Grrr. So, yesterday, Kevin and Martin built a fence. It should prevent any straying cows from crossing over to our land. We think we've fixed the problem, we'll see.

We wish our neighbour would simply put his cows in our secured pasture... we have lots of room, lots of water... it would be good for his cows (he would know where they were at all times) and they would keep our pasture 'mowed'. We're not sure why he doesn't want to,

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