11/09/2026
Yesterday afternoon I had cause to climb the hill behind the house more times than I would have wanted to!
It does have great views across the farm but it is incredibly hard walking.
Hill cows born and bred on this type of land are exceptionally good at knowing where to go and where not to go. They instinctively know about cliffs and bogs and other hazards
Yesterday (with the David away) I was a bit surprised to see a cow standing on the edge of the cliff above the yard, shouting for her calf.
To cut a long story short, her calf was injured at the bottom of the cliff ( sore and very lame on one leg but looking better this morning already) and very reluctant to move.
The main problem was that the cow was determined to stay on the cliff edge and it took me a long time to persuade her otherwise. I couldn't get up the cliff below her and was extremely nervous about approaching her and accidentally making her fall too.
I tried everything I could think of to persuade her to walk along the hill a bit - putting the calf out on the track at a point that she could get down and where she could see it, bringing other cow's along to see if she'd come down to them.
She seemed to have lost the knowledge that she definitely has, that to get down from where she was, she needed to walk along back off the cliff and come down the hill further along.
Anyway, after a few hours and too many heart stopping moments as she eyed up other vertical routes down, she walked along the hill and out of danger. David arrived home at 7pm and we got them into the little paddock by the yard.
The first pic is the farmhouse from above with both dogs sitting on the bike, keeping an eye on the calf and watching the drama from below