So no silage making for Steve. There were however some cows to herd, and with the quad bike broken it was foot power.
We went to the farm, picking up my (now) buddy, Bilbo...
It always rains even more on the Moor, and thus things were very wet!
In our wellies we separated and ran, making strange primordial sounds as we neared the bullocks... I developed a strange "he-yuh, he-yuh", which was suprisingly effective...
We had them on the run...
In and out the first gate, first time... arrr it felt good, what a triumph! :) hah
The next gate wasn't quite so easy! But eventually we got them to where they were supposed to be.
Steve said it appeared I had been herding cows for some twenty years- hah, I'm not sure if that's a good thing!?
Then with shitty/muddy boots I jumped in the drivers seat, and did a few laps of the paddock...
Bringing some dork glamour to the farm! :) haha
There were two stalls when trying to start, but once we were off it was relatively smooth sailing, (once Steve had pointed out it wasn't a ute- ie slow down Sally!)...
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