Where's Little Boy Blue when we need him?

On this, the first day of spring, we found ourselves in desperate need of Little Boy Blue:

Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack,
Fast asleep.

That's because when I went out this morning to do chores, I saw the cows in the corn. Whee.

Here's Pixie near the raspberries.

And a bunch more culprits in the orchard.

The source of this mayhem, it turns out, is a gate the enterprising cows managed to lift off its hinges. Wheee.

In the absence of that lazy blue kid, I did the next available thing: roused both Don and Younger Daughter out of bed to round everyone up and shoo them out of the garden.

Grunt. Welcome to spring.