Well my beloved steers (insert sarcasm), you may think you got the upper hand undoing my last two days of hard slog in a nanosecond. But, come this autumn I will be personally driving you to the slaughter house!
Many thanks to the neighbours for looking after Mini Crofter this morning.
And sheep: we need to come up with a plan B, any ideas that don’t involve the deer rifle as much as I know you think that that would instantly solve one of your problems?
Trial by fencing
Birchwood Croft, Inverness-shire 