James took us up to feed the Highlanders today, distributing a bag of cake to the grateful beasts. The bullocks had some very dramatic arguments over who should get the most, with much rushing about, clashings of horns and snorting, but it was all just handbags really.
The idea behind the regular feeding is apparently as much to make them 'controllable' and come when called as it is to fatten them up. There is still a lot of good grass so they are not short of something to eat.
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