A local farmer has his herd of cows with us at the moment. It’s one of those value exchange things that rural New Zealand loves. It goes like this – to have your lady cow serviced by a bull costs X amount of money. But if you provide grass for the bull plus some other cows and if the bull accidentally services the lady cow, then there’s no exchange of money. The bull and cows get a holiday on another property, chew through the grass and the bull has its way with lady cows on that property.

Everyone is happy. Our lady cows enjoy the company of a handsome bull and hopefully we end up with calves in nine months. The local farmer who owns the bull is happy because his bull is enjoying a holiday on a property with lush grass (and his other cows who came along are also munching). And, of course, the bull is ecstatic.

But Bridget and Francis are far from happy. These two cows belong to a friend of ours. They long-term graze with us in exchange for various tasks such as helping us at hay-making time, moving cows, spraying weeds and so on. That’s how it works in rural NZ.

The bull made eyes at Bridget and Francis but they are having no part of this bull business. Both of them remain apart from the herd. Normally, they’re glued to our cow, Splash, and our steer, Jack. But Splash has abandoned them in favour of the bull.

Every time I check on the herd, I find Bridget and Francis lurking around the gate whilst the rest of the herd is way down the paddock. As you can see from their expression, it’s no bull for these girls!