A lovely evening. The pump still working well with decent flow of clean water.
The cows were way down the enclosure on the western side spread over 100 metres from fence towards the middle. As usual when I seem to get there late evening.
Underfoot, still very firm walking along the northern and western boundaries, where I found my mate ....236, the Herefordshire, on his own by the western fence. A few soft words, an appalling rendition of Rawhide, and over he came, gently moo-ing, to say hello.
They all looked clean and healthy, on their feet, grazing, with a white and the other Herefordshire playing (I think).
I started to walk back and .....236 came with me. The others decided that they must be missing something, so they all - bar the black and white, came right back to the gate with me. So, that was an enjoyable trudge to the extremities, for just the exercise.
David
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