Cattle drive redux

It's that time of year again: time to help our farmer friend bring her cows down off the moors. Which is what we spent this afternoon doing, in the driving wind and pissing rain.

If you've been paying attention, you won't be at all surprised just how difficult it is to find cows on a moor. Today, we only managed to find about half of them. They were several miles away, well on their way to Haworth.

Just in case you're thinking I'm exaggerating just how wet and windy it was, I did you a crappy video:

If you've ever wondered what free-range beef looks like before they put it into plastic packets, now you know. (Obviously, I'm referring to the cattle, not the dogs.)

It took us about two hours to defrost.


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8 thoughts on “Cattle drive redux

  1. Presumably you did it "till the cows came home". As bleak as you make it sound it does seem like an enjoyable thing to do. Worthwhile and challenging, and earthy. I'd have volunteered like a shot...but then I'm stupid like that.

  2. Video clip: sounds more like you were being fired upon by legendary 'sniper cows'. History shows us that the Holstein-Friesian prefers an attack from the higher ground, particularly in worsening conditions.

  3. Were you merely cold, or fresian cold?

  4. The herding; pre-planned or on-the-hoof? The driving; away from Haworth or an-udder village entirely? The weather; something to get your teat into. The jokes; milking them, or just taking the brisket?

  5. Perhaps we should all steak our claim for the worst cow-related pun. That might a-mooo-se.

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