Peace and quiet

As I sat beside my pond, hidden behind the flowers...

...behind me two bulls are having a bovine shouting match over the fence. They are accompanied by their harems, about 60 cows in total.

I thought to myself... in a 19th century poet kind of way... why on earth a few strands of barbed wire can stop several tonnes of rampant bull from killing each other.

Then I went back to picking my nose with a buttercup.