Hmmm...November 11th was the last post. Let's catch up on things. We'll kind of work this back to front. Unlike one heifer who worked things front to back.
In rural Texas, you don't want bored bovine. What are they going to do? Nibble some more grass? Find some different flavored water? One night, one such critter grew tired of his boundaries and found an escape. It saw some pals in the pasture across the way and began a-mosey'n. Across the highway. In the dark of night. Cloaked in black outerwear.
At that time, our intrepid warriors, Pastor and his bride with the children secured in their car seats, came out of the darkness. They had been to the site of their new home build and with hearts light and filled with joy, headed toward home. The beast came into the headlights far too late for any Hollywood avoidance maneuver. Car, meet cow. Cow, meet car.
This is the front end the day after the introduction.

And this is how the cow looked.

Quite honestly, neither one looks very good. Neither was driveable.
Praising God that none of the Counterman's were hurt. Apparently the heifer took to flight after meeting up with the bumper and glancing off the windshield. No doubt God's good hand kept the beast from coming through the windshield. It could have been catastrophic. But it wasn't.
The Counterman's now drive a Suburban and keep constant vigil for the lost...farm critters.
(Pastor looks kind of like Hemingway kneeling over a bull elephant on the Serengeti, doesn't he?)