I am not a farmer
Mark and his missus arrived to help out on Sunday. We fenced off an area we wish to cut for hay later on and then tried to move the neighbour’s cattle. Without dogs or motorcycles. On foot.
Yeah right!
I thought I had it made. As I approached the cattle they came over to me. They then followed me as I made my way to the new paddock. But when I went though the gateway it was though there was still an electric fence across it. The cattle stopped dead. And no amount of arm waving, shooing, or other negotiation tactics would convince those animals to pass though the portal.
When they had had enough of us they would turn and scatter. Our arms just weren’t long enough to convince them that the distance between the four of us just wasn’t sufficient to get through. And away we would go again to round them up.
It would have looked hilarious. Luckliy we are hidden from the view of the neighbours and the road.
I am not a farmer. Yet.