
Trixie trailer (everything is named here, don't ask why its just the way thing are) was hitched without er... hitch, well you know what I mean, Rene reversed straight into the towing bracket and once Tracey stopped me from making new holes in Trixie's rear to accommodate the numberplate by showing me how the fancy number plate holder worked we were off.

By the time we were ready to transfer our new pet bovine passers by might have thought there was a Bengal Tiger about to be moved given the number of gates, ramps and steel hurdles and people in place to prevent said cow doing whats known in the farming world as a runner. Consideration was given as whether she could jump over the six foot trailer door, I mean they can jump cant they, one of her far distant ancestors cleared the moon so hey, its not beyond the realms of possibility and there was a little dog sat watching our antics so better safe than sorry that's what I say.

Anyway after a cuppa and lots of advice from them and thank yous from us we were homeward bound. Back in the real world where bailer twine doubles as gate hinges and traler reversing causes smoke to come out of my ears and Renes clutch we did wonder what we might do if Hetty responded adversely to the lack of high security measures in the her new home. At the point of transfer from Trixie to the Barn all that was between her and 5 million acres of common land was a five bar gate tied with more twine to some chicken wire fence, another gate the other side propped precariously against an old freezer and a curious goat. Luckily for us Hetty spotted the ideal route from Trixie to Barn and followed the dotted line without hesitation straight into her new bedroom. After a quick look around, a good dump and a very pleasing moo she lay down and had a snooze.

Anyway after a cuppa and lots of advice from them and thank yous from us we were homeward bound. Back in the real world where bailer twine doubles as gate hinges and traler reversing causes smoke to come out of my ears and Renes clutch we did wonder what we might do if Hetty responded adversely to the lack of high security measures in the her new home. At the point of transfer from Trixie to the Barn all that was between her and 5 million acres of common land was a five bar gate tied with more twine to some chicken wire fence, another gate the other side propped precariously against an old freezer and a curious goat. Luckily for us Hetty spotted the ideal route from Trixie to Barn and followed the dotted line without hesitation straight into her new bedroom. After a quick look around, a good dump and a very pleasing moo she lay down and had a snooze.
I think she is going to fit in very well here. As long as the bailer twine holds.
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im finding it very interesting reading a fellow small holding bloggers adventures.... Good luck with your lovely dexter. We wre hoping to pick up our dexter calf soon. We have an adult dexter, but she's not calved this year...
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Thank you- its a great life smallholders lead, covered in mud, pooh, wet, and cold. But then a cow licks your hand and suddenly the worlds a brighter place :)
Hope your Dexter calves soon!
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