Trouble has a colour. Black. And a face.
6am phone call today from our neighbour to say the paddock known as 'the fortress' had been breached. I have no idea what havoc this cow caused on the farm before ours but, like a Pied Piper, she has a loyal following of young fans.
It doesn’t matter if it is the vegetable garden or the orchard fence, or the pony paddock, if there is a fence it must be jumped. She isn’t hungry (check out neck rolls) or trying to find a bull she is just a free and very determined spirit. But as much trouble as she causes, Little Farmer ( also known to scale a fence or two in his time) still calls her his favourite cow.