Police in Suffield, Connecticut got a photo of a couple of suspicious characters.
Police posted the photo on Facebook, saying two "suspicious males" were going door-to-door "trying to sell dairy products." They were "apprehended after a short foot pursuit."
Yeah, they were steers, and they got out the usual way - a short in the electric fence.
Back when I lived on three acres in Oregon City, I was not content to have just a couple of dozen chickens and ducks. Nope, I fenced off the area and had two steers and a goat as well. They were appropriately named: Moo, Moo2, and Goat.
At some point, Moo discovered that if he walked up to the fence and rolled over it, he'd get bit only once. Then, he'd stand in the neighbor's yard and bellow until Moo2 and Goat joined him. They could have taken a left and gone into the woods, but nope - they always turned right and headed down to the parking lot of the Thriftway grocery, where they could generally be found hanging around the dumpsters and the loading dock. Perhaps they figured they had relatives at the store; they never said.
So now it was a matter of herding them back down the street to the garage - which I'd converted into a barn - and it's not as easy as it might seem. For one thing, you have to get them to leave the parking lot in a calm manner, so that nobody's car gets damaged, and then you have to walk them down the side of the road, sedately. It's best not to have any help, and residents should not open their doors to strange cattle in any case.
Sometimes, police may stop to help. This is not good. Thank them for the offer, and continue moving the livestock along. Sedately. I made the mistake of accepting the offer, once. Moo2 was on that day lagging a few paces behind Moo and Goat, which was fine by me, but the cop grabbed Moo2 by the tail (which he later explained that he did because he wanted the steer to catch up to the other two). Do not grab the animal by the tail; the result is never positive.
Moo2 narrowly missed catching the cop in the face with his hind hooves, and all hell broke loose. The key to herding, remember, is calm and sedate. This was anything but; we now had a small stampede on our hands - or rather, on my hands, as the officer decided to return to his patrol car in order to safely observe the festivities.
A couple of blocks down the road, I was able to get everybody calmed down and back into herding mode, turned them back toward the house, and off we went. As we moved up the driveway, a patrol car quietly eased in behind us, as though to block our exit. If the animals decided to take off again, they wouldn't be using the driveway, but whatever. I got them back home in the barn, talked with the officer, then repaired the fence.