I was once parked on the side of the road in my work truck next to a dairy farm when an enormous big black bull came running up the road at full gallop toward my truck snorting and tossing his head. When he got to my truck, he kind of gave me a side-long glance and kept on truckin’. I figured someone left a gate open somewhere and, sure enough, when I went another 500 or so yards down the road, there was a bunch of cowhands standing next to an open swing gate just kind of scratching their heads.
My boss and I were having a few beers after work one evening and he was grilling steaks. I heard traffic slow to a crawl on 101, very close to the house. After a few minutes. I went around the house to check. When I got there, a steer was standing in the yard. Hmmm...I went back and told my boss there was another guest for dinner. He was very much in the grilling zone, and didn’t want to be interrupted. I said “Just go look “. Nope. I kept pestering him, and he dug his heels in. Finally, just to shut me up, he wandered around front, carrying his grilling fork. By this time, the police that were trying to round up the cattle were running at his house to close a gap that the steer could have gone into. Freaked my boss right out.