Haying cows for an old man who was on vacation, back when I was a kid. I had to do it after school, he had always done it during the day. I drove out to the barn, loaded the square bales on the truck, and started blowing the horn. Lots of cows started coming to me from the area of the road. The cows didn't quite look the same but I started counting. There was supposed to be 70 something of them. Seems there were a few extra. When I turned around to start over counting, the cows that were supposed to be there started coming out of the cedar breaks. The original cows were from across the road and the old guy over there now had a load of hay and his horn honking, looking for his cows, with his gate also open.