Cattle

This is Mr Bull, as he is affectionately called. He's one of our animals and was kicked out of the feed lot for being too big - he was deemed a waste of money to fatten any more and has been roaming free for the last couple of weeks.  

He and a few of his friends are, sadly, or maybe not sadly, off to what I term 'the bad place' on Sunday, which means Monday is pay-day for my husband.  They are kept in overnight, ready for an early start of 'business' at 7am.  

We have, stupidly, become quite attached to these animals - some more so than others.  There's the gentle giant Force who, it turns out has bags of character, then Mr Bull, pretty boy (the names aren't exactly original).  Then we have our problem child who has escaped the journey on Sunday by getting sick, so will be kept for a while whilst he gets better. 

DIrk is secretly quite happy about the animals going on Sunday, as we will then only have animals out on the grass - this means no more visits to the pen three times a day, more when it rains as our over-fed animals get fussy and won't eat wet feed.