At 16:20 this afternoon, a group of nineteen cattle were moving from the grassy area at the eastern end of the Sandy Bowl, where they had been resting, into the woodland to the southwest to graze, near ///jaws.latter.zoom. All nineteen were very friendly, stopping to say hello as they wandered past. They were damp from the earlier rain but were drying out fast. They were thoroughly enjoying a mix of gorse, heather, leaves from the trees and bushes, and the occasional patch of grass. Their favourite, though, was clearly the sweet chestnuts lying on the ground in numerous spots.
Over time, the cattle spread out as they slowly drifted further southwest. Several were playing a game of hide and seek as I made my way around checking on them, appearing one second before disappearing into the thicket, only to re-emerge a little later. Nearly all came over to spend some time with me, thoroughly enjoying long neck and back scratches. Youngster 222 was especially affectionate, offering gentle head rubs after a particularly satisfying neck and chin scratch. Youngster 219 came over to greet me before positioning himself for his usual back scratch.
I said my goodbyes shortly before 18:00, by which time fifteen of the cattle were peacefully grazing in the area near ///banks.woods.back, close to the nursery. Youngsters 217, 227, and 228, along with cow 234, were a bit further northeast, near ///rips.stump.locked, where they were all happily grazing together. All nineteen cattle were happy, relaxed, and looking well.
At 18:15, older steer 21 was peacefully grazing near ///contained.they.wasp, about 380 metres west of Horse Pond. He took a break to say hello before leaning in for a long back scratch. Cow 212 and steer 1640 were grazing in the heather a bit further southeast, but both stepped out onto the grass path to greet me and enjoy plenty of strokes. Steer 210, along with cows 211 and 1396, were grazing on the hillside near ///glossed.sank.revisits, thoroughly enjoying the heather and leaves from the silver birch trees. Cow 211 was especially friendly, wandering over to say hello before settling in for a neck rub and thanking me with plenty of licks. She was happy to just stand and be fussed over, clearly enjoying the attention.
I said my goodbyes at 18:45, as darkness was falling across the site, with all six peacefully grazing. They were all content, relaxed, and in good condition.
The cattle were all good today.
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