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Beulah Petunia and Glory Bee, reposing in the field across the road this morning.
They look innocent, don’t they?

Glory Bee, swiftly becoming my favorite cow, actually IS innocent. But BP…..!!!!!!
Morgan, calling me from her cell phone on the way to school: “Guess what I did this morning?”
I wake up around the time she’s stepping on to the school bus here. (Approximately 6:10 a.m. We have one county high school here, and we aren’t close to it.) In the lights of the arriving school bus, Morgan–and the school bus driver–discovered BP wandering down the road. The school bus herded her back up the road while Morgan and another student who, once the bus stopped, leapt out to help, herded BP back into the field. This is the third time BP has gotten out of this field. I had it repaired after the first two times, but there must be something new or was missed. I don’t have time to get someone out here to work on the field with the retreat coming up, so I’m going to go ahead and just move them to another field for now.
Meanwhile, in spite of annoyance, I think Morgan was actually proud of herself this morning for putting BP back without coming to get me. I told her she was awesome. She’s my little wrangler! I hope that works out on her resume somehow….
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Sounds like Morgan is glad she got to be the hero we all know she is! Just the sort of thing to add some country glam to a long boring bus ride! (I know, I was on one of those loooooooong country bus rides.) 4H, FFA and people who had to milk the cows before the bus ride were nothing unusual.
It wasn’t on our route but there was one bus that often had to wait to cross the road because a farmer had to pasture his cows on one side of the road and his barn was on the other. Cows have the right of way and country people will ALWAYS stop to notify or yes, sometimes help the farmer get them back in if they’re loose. Anyone who doesn’t is just too city to bother with.
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It makes me miss the ‘real’ country I grew up in, to hear that the bus driver herded and then allowed the students to get off the bus and put the cows back in the pasture.
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Good grief, a year ago, would you have ever imagined a time when GloryB was ‘the good one.’
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After all the stories you told about GB’s escapades in her “youth”, I can’t imagine that you now consider her the Good Cow!!!
Nancy in Iowa
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As a former school bus driver myself, in our neck of the woods if a driver were to physically leave the bus with any passengers remaining on board it would be a firing offense. Ditto for letting a passenger off the bus anywhere but at the school or at the passenger’s own stop (or, with a signed permission slip from a parent, any other official stop). So, that’s two strikes right there.
I’m assuming things might be more lenient in real farm communities. I live on the border of farming activity, and a few of our bus routes could possibly have encountered loose livestock. In such a case the driver would be expected to call that in on the radio and the police would respond. I’m guessing that in hilly Roane County the bus radio would not be able to reach Dispatch from the Clio holler, so that action would be ruled out.
No, on general principles I would not thank the school board for letting the driver and the other student herd BP back. It might not get the warm welcome there that it gets here.
But some cookies might be ok.
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BTW BP might not be able to bred, but she don’t know that and is looking for a honey bull.
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Good for Morgan to take it upon herself to take care of the situation. She is a good kid. Learning her country skills very well.
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