Well. Today I worked nearly thirteen hours. Tomorrow I have ridiculous amounts to do before leaving at 9am to go to Whipsnade Zoo to collect more corncrake chicks.
Determined to have an early night, by 9pm I had just made myself comfy, PJs on, etc., to watch a film (Fried Green Tomatoes), when Charlie (RSPB Nene Washes Site Manager) called to alert us that there was cattle chaos on the reserve.
I put my clothes back on – on top of PJs naturally, and the faithful wellies. I find wellies essential for herding cattle. The runny cow poo rinses off nice and easy. And Charlie picked us (Lizzie, seasonal stocksperson, and I).
Some naughty cows had climbed over barbed wire to get in to the adjacent field. The next door but one field has another herd with bull. You can never place bulls in fields right next to each other – unless you wish for utter chaos, fighting males, and destroyed fences/hedges/ditches. Well the naughty cows got everyone going. Their own herd bellowing because they wanted to be there too. The grass is ALWAYS greener. And the other herd as these cows were getting too close.
The bull was getting very agitated. His cows gone walkabout. But worst, his cows were nearing another bull. Outrageous. He wanted to find a way to get to the next field. And he was searching.
So we had to do a bit of herd juggling. Move this herd across in to that field. And then that one into this. And then open gates to allow the separated herd to regroup.
This involved chasing cattle whilst pretending the truck was a horse, hollering, running around flapping arms, and lots of gate opening and closing.
Finally all cattle were rearranged, and we headed home. I climbed straight in to bed. Film postponed.
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