I intended to spend the day cleaning up the yard, taking garbage to the dump, and entertaining the kids. Instead, the cattle broke out and headed for the hills, so I spent ~3 hours wrangling them back into the right pasture. We have a new rent-a-bull, and he's the strangest thing. The dogs and I were pushing the herd forward, as we do, and the fucking bull was at the front of the herd, going back and forth, putting his head down and chasing the goddamned cows back toward us. He did that the entire fucking time, so it was always two steps forward, one step back, even with three good herding dogs working with me. Anyway, it was fine. The weather was nice, the cattle took me on a nice walk through some parts of our land I haven't visited in awhile, and I got some exercise. I wish I knew my mushrooms, because we have never had so many coming up as we do right now.