I was told there would be words.....

Hollywood insisted that the day would most likely be a disaster - the cows had to go under a bridge, didn't know where they were going, were young and hadn't been herded often etc. - I had to admit to myself the ingredients were there for what could potentially be a bad morning but I kept my mouth shut. But it turned out very nicely and there were "no words" - most importantly the cows cooperated which made going under a bridge and crossing another road go smoothly. While we were driving the herd under the bridge one baby jumped the fence. I took it upon myself to go back for the calf. Glad Jefe told me to take my horse! What was I thinking? Dudley performed like a champ between me flagging down traffic, herding the calf (as some of you know calves dont' necessarily herd!) - first the little fellow jumped the guardrail and headed down the road in the wrong direction with no intention of crossing - thankfully Dudley knew his job, the 18 wheelers slowed down and the calf finally spotted the herd on the other side of the bridge. The little fellow went back thru the fence as easily as he had escaped and was quickly re-united with his mother. The only words were words of thanks! Cheer for Dudley and leave a comment please!