Remember Daisy Mae's little guy, Duke? Well, he's still handsome but no longer little. In fact, he's one of the heftiest steer calves.
One morning I when I checked the cows, Daisy Mae was bawling for Duke, who was nowhere in sight. I spent several anxious hours looking for him in a narrow corner of the pasture which was bordered by trees, a creek, and a wetland. Daisy Mae and company just stood there mooing.
How, I wondered, does a 600 pound person just vanish? Is this the Bermuda Triangle Pasture?
I left to go check the neighbor's pasture and the railroad easement (shudder). I returned to find the whole herd lounging near the barn--with Duke lying right next to the fence, calmly chewing his cud.
I'll never know where Duke had been hiding.