A bucolic scene

This herd of cattle have appeared in a nearby field where they will spend the summer before the farmer takes them back to his land on the other side of The Ochils.
 
Today I got a phone call from my brother, a farmer, in Wales. He only rings up if (a) bad news i.e. someone has died or (b) he has had a very good day at the market.
 
It was the latter. But I could not enthuse about the high price of his cattle now heading for Waitrose and it did not seem an appropriate time to remind him that I am a vegetarian.