Pierced my first ear today; albeit that of a small white calf. And it was only because I was standing there holding the punches - Heather had the gate held fast and Carl had the mini beast in a half-Nelson - that I got to do the deed.
After that came the best event of the day - the cattle left the shed where they have spent the winter since November - and went out to grass. How wonderful that must be for them. Alan and I did a bit of minor herding, stopping them going haring off in the wrong direction. After that they stampeded up the lane with Carl running behind to where Heather would be waiting with an open gate and luscious grass beyond. It's what makes British beef the tasty plateful that it is.....
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