|'Archie' having a good drink of clean water.|
He looked OK but he wouldn't stop roaring. All the other cattle scoffed contentedly. 'Archie' still roared. So I climbed over the head feeder and jumped in among the four bullocks. I decided to check their new automatic water feeder bowls. These have a little ballcock fitted under the stainless steel bowl. Every time the cattle drink, it fills up again. It had filled up again. Filled up with good old bull shit. That stuff which we normally hear the politicians speak. I quickly retrieved a sop of silage from behind the head feeder and proceeded to clean out the drinking bowl. Perhaps somebody should invent 'Marigold' smallholders gloves? Perhaps not.
I moved away from the now sparkling clean water and trough. 'Archie' the gormless bullock took a long slurp from the drinker like a brewery dray horse on it's day off, and he lashed out with his hind leg to kick me out of the way.
That's gratitude for you!.