The Life of a Farmer's Daughter-in-Law

These lovely ladies were in my yard on Saturday. Some of their friends have been visiting our yard pretty regularly lately. I'm not surprised, our yard is pretty awesome. All the nicely kept grass and the pond without weeds around it. They are even trying to help by fertilizing the yard. How sweet. Until I step in it.

I knew that when we moved out into the middle of a field that my father-in-law would run his cows out around our house for a few months out of the year. This is what I knew I was getting into when I married Clint.

But I didn't think about the poop. Cows poop a lot. They don't have a particular place they poop, either. It's just where they are. And they are where I have to walk a lot. Luckily, this year they are steering clear (haha cow pun) of the dog pen which I have to go to every day, twice a day. This is all thanks to Roxy.

I was worried about how Roxy was going to react to all these cows in "her" yard. She does a great job of keeping the coyotes and opossums away so I was leery of how she would deal with a cow. She is not aggressive with them, but she makes sure they stay away from "her" dogs. She's great! I haven't seen any cow pies within 30 feet of the dog pen!

I get that cows are going to be in our yard. I think that even if we had a cattle crossing 15 feet long and 8 feet of hotwire, we'd have a cow or calf in there every now and then. After watching one leap with cat-like abilities right over our cattle crossing, I'd say it's possible!

I know that sometimes I have to play hopscotch over cow pies and sometimes I'm going to have visitors in my yard, but I still love living where I'm at and I don't really mind all these cows...until I step in poop.