By the time I got the camera out, the vaquero had appeared, a big pissed off guy on a big pissed off horse. One vaquero for a LOT of vacas. He managed to get the gate open.
The vacas, who prefer grass and familiar surroundings, were very happy to go through the gate, except for one calf that simply would not go. We left without knowing how that story ended. Mr. Vaquero was almost ready to make some veal, I think, because the calf was not cooperating. Note the big, flat Chilean vaquero hat (chupalla), straight flat brim, very wide.