At 17:15 this afternoon, the seven Sussex cattle, along with steers 21, 219, 220, and 270, were grazing west of James Bond Pond, near ///rots.verb.play. Most were enjoying a mix of fresh grass and leaves from the trees and bushes as they slowly moved southwest. Steer 1640 was keen to show off his climbing skills, reaching for leaves along the edge of the large mound in the centre of the area.
The group was being heavily bothered by flies, especially around their faces, shoulders, and backs. Although they tried to shake them off—by tossing their heads or deliberately walking through the thicket—the flies quickly returned. Despite the irritation, most were friendly and came over to say hello, standing close in the hope I'd help keep the flies at bay.
As I was leaving, most of the Sussex cattle had moved into the dense thicket to the southwest, continuing to graze under the shelter of the trees and bushes. All eleven were content, relaxed, and in good condition.
By 18:00, the remaining fourteen cattle had gathered near ///wheat.sneezing.zest, much further west. A few were still grazing among the trees to the east, but soon joined the main group. Not long after, they all moved northwest to graze near ///plug.thus.passively. It was a wise choice, with the area being much cooler and having fewer flies, thanks to the sun setting behind the tall trees near Beacon Hill Road.
They settled in happily, grazing on grass, heather, and silver birch leaves. Most came over to say hello, with several enjoying strokes and rubs. Youngster 222 was especially affectionate, leaning in for a long neck and shoulder rub and offering gentle head rubs in return.
All fourteen were happy, relaxed, and looking well. When I said my goodbyes at 18:50, they had spread out into smaller groups, still grazing contentedly.
The cows were all good today.
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