The grass is growing at last, glistening in the crystal clear light between torrential downpours. The fields themselves are still firm enough to
graze, but the nights are drawing in, the gateways are getting muddy, so when twilight falls after milking, the cows are reluctant to leave the yard. Cows cannot talk but herd behaviour tells us if they are happy or not . A herd of cows standing still by a gate tells us where they want to be.
When November comes they expect the cubicle sheds to be open and food to be put in front of them.
A bit like us really!