Early this morning Lily and Lucy were grazing happily (we thought) outside the wooden post and rail fence but inside the boundary hedge which is protected by electric fencing. Waiting for rain and short on grass, we were keen to let the cows munch on this strip of land before we have to begin feeding them hay. I was cooking pasta to take to mum for lunch in London when our friend and neighbour turned up with a cow halter in her hand. She had received a call from another local who had seen Lily out on the road. Luckily she had made her way back to her mother Lucy but she was now on the wrong side of the electric wires. I turned off the stove and ran to get two buckets of cattle concentrates whilst Phil and Kate blocked Lily’s escape route. Luckily our cows and sheep are slaves to their stomachs. At the sight of the buckets Lily stepped over the wire without a backward glance and both cows followed me and the buckets around to the field gate and inside the sturdy post and rail to join the sheep. Tonight Lily looks as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Hmmmmm!