A few yee-haws would have come in handy. Following the herd—critter or human—no matter how small, has never been a habit of mine. So when I walked out of church on Sunday and faced a local family’s 4-H project on the loose, I almost turned tail myself. While the family appeared to be gone, the metal gate on the animal’s pen was ajar, and the cattle trio skedaddled across the street to graze on the…

