No Ox in the Mire

It was a beautiful, tepid, sunny Sunday and we were pulling into our driveway after church when I happened to notice the cows had escaped and let themselves into the back pasture. It wouldn't have been a big deal, except late last fall, we had a couple ash trees come down and obliterate part of the fence, which would have given them the opportunity to escape. So, it was a quick change of clothes and twenty minutes spend convincing them to go back in where they're supposed to be biding their time...