Lesson there: if her tits hadn’t gotten hung up she would have made it over that gate. No one’s fault but her own. She let them hang out there, like they were some kind of advantage.
I knew it. I knew it. My sister and I used to have to round up the milk cows (about 25) and get them to the barn for milking in the evenings. Don’t know who rounded them up in the mornings - didn’t care. In the winter, they were never turned out to pasture. We knew then that they were the dumbest animals on the farm - about 70 years ago at least. They always wanted to go a different way than the established lane from one field or another back to the barn.