A summer deluge drenched the marsh this afternoon; it lasted no more than ten minutes. I was cutting thistles with my trusty slasher. I was hot and sweaty. A soaking was a pleasant relief – it cooled me down nicely. As soon as the heavy shower started, the cattle ran for the shelter of a nearby stand of willow trees, which was a bit of a surprise. Who would have thought that cattle bred to survive severe winter conditions would run from a summer shower.

Billy Bully is having a nap behind Wayne the Galloway.

Galloway and Shetland Cattle Sheltering from a Summer Shower