Waiting at the gate
I replaced gate ties on the North Marsh this afternoon. Over time the posts lean away from the gates; the locking bolts are then too short, so I have to tie the gates shut with rope.
For some reason, the cattle wouldn’t follow me into North Pasture; they stood at the fully open gate and bellowed until I was out off sight. On my return, over an hour later, the herd, with Brutus out in front, was where I had left it. It looked to me like the cattle had stood fast and mindlessly awaited my return.
The river and brook levels have dropped from 3 to 1.9 metres, so I can get the cattle back on the winter grazing plan before they churn-up the north marsh too much.