So there I was… The Man and I were toodling along a state highway this weekend, driving approximately the posted speed limit of 55 mph. In the distance, we could see emergency lights flashing and stopped traffic.
We began to fear the worst. Would this be a terrible vehicle accident? Would we be exposed to the horrors that one might see when high speeds don’t mix well with hardened steel and asphalt? Would there be gore and blood? Would we have to sit for who-knows-how-long while the emergency responders clean up the highway enough for other vehicles to squeeze past?
As we approached the commotion, we realized what awaited us.
Two cows had escaped from their respective pastures and were taking a stroll along the highway. The sheriff’s deputies were out of their vehicles directing traffic around these two errant bovine, and were also attempting to herd the Bessies back into their pens.
Were the drivers on the highway angry? Were they impatient to go on about their day? Surprisingly, and dare I say pleasantly, they were not. Everyone was patient and understanding.
will you see traffic come to a complete halt while two cows take a stroll down the highway. Idaho