The bullocks have left the Marsh and are now roaming the Popple Field beside the house.
This year's new intake are already begging for apples; a new record for Mum's training regime. First thing in the morning, it can be alarming when you've forgotten they were in the field and a giant bullock suddenly looms over the hedge. Other fun occupations in the life of a bullock (and life on the farm is never dull!) include chasing chickens, staring out Humbug, and escorting walkers along the roadside - such gentlemen!
Obviously, staring in an unimpressed fashion at the activity around the house and farm shop is another favourite. As we haul bales back from the village, there's lots to keep them (and us) occupied. It was nearly Mercator time in our last blog post...but several cloud bursts later have bought a little time. Humbug is just going to have to toughen up and walk through the barley, and Dad can be found polishing the Mercator before the Mighty Beast is called to action.