Yesterday the five cows were getting moved across to the other field so they could get introduced slowly around the old bull we used to own last year, although that will not be the bull we will use for breeding this year it is just to get the young ones used to being near a male as these have been used to just been around females since they were little.
While we were moving the cows my Grandad was ahead of my dad and i taking up the food to do them for the night in the tractor. But unlucky for us Grandad ended up with something catching his eye and ended up not really looking what was ahead of him and went straight into a bog. The tractor was well and truly stuck there was no way it was getting out by itself.
After a while of trying very hard in moving the tractor dad then went and brought his van up and well he tried to pull it out for at least an hour but that was getting no where. tried with the pick up a good few times again that was getting no where so then ended up having to call out one of my dads friends to come help. After about eight hours of trying to get the tractor out we finally manged to move it. After all that time and hard work my Grandad,Uncle and Grandad were shattered and covered head to toe in mud but least the dog was rather happy, She was covered in mud and was not wanting to leave, she was having far to much fun rolling about in dirt. Safe to say my Gran was not too impressed with the state her kitchen was in!