I wondered, though, whether I would have trouble getting them to move away from the gate, to let me through.
They discussed it among themselves,
and then approached me, and seemed to be saying, "Och, lassie, ye'll tak' the high road, and we'll tak' the low road, and we'll be in Scotland afore ye!" (or something similar).
Anyway, they graciously consented to move away from the gate to allow me to pass through. After doing so, I turned around and said farewell to these lovely animals, and saw them head off to look for their supper elsewhere.