What's that eye staring at me from behind that bush?
That's a weird cow, said my husband.
Its a water buffalo that's why!
Are't they suppose to give really good meat and are good at rough pasture?
They are in the wrong field, that one is a lot drier than the two we just crossed.
A mile or less further on squinting into the sun at the animal shapes on the next hill we thought they were sheep. Or is that a horse at the top, outlined against the skyline, asked my husband (he does only have one working eye).
No, its a field full of very very big pigs. All grumbling and gurgling away.
How good are those, quite short looking, electric fences I wonder?
Where's the next gate?