[That's about what she expected, so she wheels her bike to the left to cut that one off, the picture of confidence on the back of that metal steed.]

We're fine! Get the other one and drive it towards the fishing pond. If we can scare them into the water that should hold them for a minute!

[Honestly she kind of wants to knock these stupid things out and move on with life but for now they need to be dealt with without that. A way to keep them from bolting like water is fine.]

We'll feed them then, and hopefully the food will help them go to sleep. Or at least stop eating the farm equipment.