It's that time of year again and the cows are back - or bullocks to be more accurate.
Soft nosed, curious creatures possessed of the longest tongues in christendom or so it seems when you are backed up against the summer house with one reaching over the fence at you determined to find out what on earth you are doing.
Well I'm taking pictures of you!
The Nu does not like them. They are big, they are in Her Field and one of them chased her into the hedge; admittedly she started running first.