Yesterday after Mollie visiting us, we decided to get all the children in the car and go to the woods for a long walk. We loaded up Henry, Ysobel and Millie also for the jaunt. The video shows Henry running up the side of the Motte of the ruins of a Motte and Bailey Castle. Then we are down by the river Taw and the last bit is me helping Tilly climb up a very steep bank. The last bit is not edited, but had to be split, as when I caught Tilly and threw the camera to my husband, he filmed us climbing up the bank upside down, so I split it and rotated the second half of it, so we could watch it the right way around.
In the video you can hear our second child Alfie protest that his sister pushes him, but looking at the evidence I feel he doth protest to much. Alfie is 13 years old and a little bullish at times with his siblings. Which brings me to a story about a little bull, who thought he was a big bull.
At the farm my husband works, he milks just over 200 cows. Maiden heifers they AI (Artificially Inseminate) and each year he runs on a Friesian bull calf and when they are around 12 months old, he runs them with the maiden heifers after using AI for a couple months, to catch anything that has returned or has not gone in calf yet. The bull goes in with them indoors in January and stays with them until they then go out.
This winter the Friesian bull calf they kept back last year, before going in with the maiden heifers, has thought himself a big bull. David has told me that every time you passed his pen he would charge at the gate and roar at everyone and everything, thinking himself a very big bull.
Then came the day that he was put in with the ladies, 60 maiden heifers and after two days in with the 60 maiden heifers, he stands at the back of the shed now and does not charge at the gate no more. David told me he does not roar any more either, it's more of a whimper now when you pass him. The moral of this story is, be careful what you wish for.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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