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Went to a friend's farm today and there were loads of wooden fence posts ready to make into fences, thought they looked quite groovy. Little D is a natural farmer, calling the cows in for milking 'come on ladies!' and then chucking silage around, enjoying the milking parlour and watching half-fascinated and half-horrified as a cow started to give birth. We watched the feet come out and then decided it was time to go home for tea, much to Little D's annoyance 'Look, it's all blooded!' It was her mum that came over all towny and squeamish...