On my morning commute there's a stretch where I'm always alert for stray cows. The fences don't look any worse than anywhere else; the cows in that area must be extra stubborn, or extra adventurous.
This morning, I saw a woman in barn boots cross the road ahead of me, and only then did I spot that one of the cows in the herd was on the outside of the fence. Then I realized that the outside one was a bull. He was touching noses with a cow inside the fence, whose calf was beside her, creating a pretty family portrait. No, I did not make myself late for work taking a picture, or even offering a length of rope to the woman, who was empty-handed. One of these years I must get a video-camera mounted, police-style, in the car so it's handy for these occasions.