Sometimes the best laid plans go horribly wrong. or could go horribly wrong if sense did not intervene and an action stopped before it became truly dangerous. so, when you know you are going to move a flighty young heifer, you must risk assess the situation, however bureaucratic it sounds, and make sure that the whole operation is as safe as can be anticipated.
The idea was to take the heifer to market. she had been born late in the late summer of 2010 and is now nearly eighteen months old. This one is not intended as a herd replacement and by virtue of her unseasonally late birth, there are no other heifers or bulls of the same age ready for market. therefore with no other stock fit, the plan was for her to travel alone in the trailer.
She didn’t fancy that idea one little bit. John had backed the trailer up into the collecting yard and brought her though a chicane of gates and big rectangular bales to get loaded. so far so risk assessed. Do you think a heifer can clear six foot? Well they can.
Not risk assessed, this heifer had no intention of making that one way trip to market alone. she wanted to be back with her friends. Probably even taken notes when the heifer last week who was to be artificially inseminated but managed to avoid it by flailing her hooves about.
Eventually we got the point and the heifer in question is now back in the yard and will not be travelling until a number of other cattle are ready to go. There comes a time when you just have to realise that to rethink is the safest course. it is just not worth tempting a nasty accident.
The next risk on the farm is taking the Land Rover for its MOT test.
Nineteen years old. virtually a vintage vehicle. strangely John gets a lot of offers for the old girl. The Lnd Rover not me. I’m probably not worth as much. Mark, the garage owner says the old Land Rover’s popularity lies in the fact that most of the jobs can still be completed without the need for the plug in laptop required for most diagnostic tests on today modern vehicles. Even John can do a lot of the repairs himself, as he did the other week when the universal joint went.
I did entertain the fantasy that we were going to keep the Land Rover as an agricultural vehicle for limited use this means we could travel for 1.5 kilometres, on the road, between land owned by us, using red diesel whilst not requiring the vehicle to be taxed. and that we would buy a lovely new 4x4 for me to swan around in. Not yet i think from the way John is talking about taking the old girl (again the Land Rover and not me; it can be confusing) on his march fishing trip.
Must consider a way to bribe Mark. passing must not be an option.
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