Gloomy morning

I received an urgent phone call from T to say that the Herefords had broken out of their yard. Grabbing my stick and putting on my boots I rushed down to find about 40 animals wandering about the yard, in the maize silage, eating the corn ready to be rolled into cattle feed - just everywhere. They then all took off and galloped into the fields! T was beside himself as one of them had tried to turn round between the barn wall and his parked truck and in so doing had badly dented the passenger door of his pride and joy. He leapt on the quadbike and pushed them all into one field and then back into the farmyard and we drove them up into their yard by the back way in a violent hail storm! Needless to say N had no idea what was happening as he had gone to the village shop to collect the newspapers - the same as last time!