Back when I was a teenager living on my uncle's farm, I remember another great escape, in the mid-summer of 1972. My uncle was getting ready to go to the cattle auction and was trying to load a frisky young heifer in the back of his truck. She managed to knock him down and ran away into the woods. This young heifer had just been weaned off her mother and was barely eating hay or feed at the time of her escape. We hunted though the woods and neighbors fields, but could not find her. Summer moved into winter and in the Spring of 73, the Fish & Game Commission called to say they had found a cow in the woods. We went out to met them and found this runaway heifer. What she had lived on is unknow, but this animal was very short with stunted growth, but had a good set of sharp horns on her head. We loaded her on the pickup truck and brought her home, and named her "Orphan Anne." she began gentle and was the farm pet for many years.
