It seemed bringing the cows back in was a full time job. Cows where all I did for a long time. The family got very good at it. That is, until Dad decided to buy a herd of cows from a neighbor and walk them 5 miles to our farm. The plan was simple.
Cows are stupid animals.
Where one cow goes the rest follow. My dad watched carefully to find out which cow was the one they followed the most. In a wild fit of cowboy-like fantasy my dad roped that cow and handed the rope to my mother to begin leading it. Dad would keep the herd from breaking off and us kids were to keep the ones in the back moving. We barely made it out of the fence.