The drought was bad, so bad that we had the cattle on the road.

Electric fencing kept them safe from passing traffic.

We lived about 4 km from where they were contained.

One day we had to bring them home, the bush there is so thick even mustering on a horse would be a nightmare.

After making an opening in the top corner, we drove around in the Cruiser to the opposite side.

I just leaned out the window and said Molly bring’em home girl.

She jumped of the back and headed of towards the cattle.

Stopping at a point where we wanted the cattle to cross the road to our place.

We knew Molly would bring them down the fence line to where we were.

It wasn’t long and they all arrived, dust billowing.

We told Molly to hold them, checked the road for traffic.

Then said “Up to the yards Molly!” she took the herd across the road and up into the yards.

We followed up in the Cruiser, closing the front fence gate, then the gate to the yards.

Another job done, no stress, no cursing the cattle and no huge amounts of physical exertion.

God Bless Border Collies.