The most amazing cow we had was a Guernsey milk cow when we ranched near Buffalo, Wyoming. We had her calve with the rest of the cows so we could graft her calf on something, if necessary. When we took her calf away, she would bawl for it for days. We ran the cattle east of the buildings and took them back about 5 miles, coming closer to home as the pastures ran out of grass. About late September we would trail the cows and calves to the house, then across the highway west to some meadow regrowth there. That darn little milk cow, every year, would go down the road, jump the cattleguard, cross the highway and get in with the range cows. She always found her calf. Now you tell me how she did that? We could never figure it out. She did it year in and year out. Finally one year we didn't need her calf and actually had an extra one, so we put the extra on her. She was so proud. We called those calves Popcorn and Peanuts. I hav a picture of her with them that I will try to find and post them.
We lost that little cow in a terrible spring storm on Good Friday in 1973. She and the other milk cow, a huge Shorthorn Holstein cross, found shelter along the creek. Only there wasn't enough room for them both and the big cow must have squeezed the little Guernesy off the bank into the creek. It was a three day blow. 98 mph wind and lots of snow. The kids could climb on the drifts and touch the telephone wires when it was all over. Anyway, the little cow was still alive when we found her. We loaded her up and hauled her to town. The Ford garage let us put the trailer in their heated shop, but she was just too far gone.
I have some other good stories about this little cow I'll share another time. She had quite the personality. Need to find my pictures of her.