in the garden when you walk out in the morning. There's another 231 of these little suckers wandering in the buffel paddock which is the paddock surrounding the house (well there was; the stockies have moved them on). A gate absentmindedly left open; the lure of green grass and interesting plants; the temptation was too great for three or four of them. They went out the way they came in - except for this one who decided he'd hurdle the fence further up in the corner.
The next day - they tried it again, this time knocking down the most vulnerable railing in the fence; chased out again. Then the stockies came and all is well again.
My blood pressure rises VERY quickly when I see something like this. I once had 30 or so angus in here, fertilising and aerating the lawn naturally. It was difficult to explain the cow manure on the tennis court......
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