Gilly Boy Vs. Oreo Cows

Our Zoo exists on the edge of a 90 acre farm. And the farmer and his family are fabulous - they have given the Heathens free run of the property. What more could a Heathen ask for?

In exchange, when he is out of town for work, we provide a few sets of extra hands around the farm. Currently, the farmer wanted to round up the cows and separate out the one-year-olds because they are all bulls. 

The trouble is that these are field cows. They don't ever come into a barn and are never handled. They are not the tame cows you see at dairy establishments. Seeing a human within 100 yards makes them run the opposite way. 

We set up a round pen in the field near our house and baited it with a round bale of hay. And we let the cows alone for several days so that they would get comfortable being in there. During these days, Hearhen #1 and the Asst. Zookeeper brainstorm about how they are going to get close enough to through the gate shut without the cows seein them coming and bolting out of the pen. Last time we separated cows, it involved a contraption that could be triggered from afar.  And one time we borrowed horses and riders from friends and did it like cowboys. Anything is possible at the Zoo. 

Heathen #1 claimed he could do it if he put on his gilly suit and crawled across the field. He received this suit as a Christmas gift several years ago and he randomly drags it out of the closet for different things. I responded with a comment to the effect of, "No way."

This week, we looked out in the afternoon. And all the cows were happily in the pen. And Heathen #1 decided it was time to attempt his plan. So he donned his suit, drove around the farm to the far side of the field and army crawled the entire length of the field. 

And the dumb cows never noticed him!  Our horses, in the adjacent field, saw him and pitched a fit the entire time he was in the field crawling - running around, snorting and stomping. The cows didn't take the hint. 

Can you find the Heathen?

He threw the gate on them in one try!  He was quite proud of himself - not that I blame him. Who else would crawl on their belly through a field to capture a dozen cows and think it was a grand adventure? Just my Heathen.