One minute the field just contained these two inquisitive, if not exactly friendly, bullocks, then a patch of shadow moved, and I spotted a cow. And another. And another. And a calf. Then three more cows. Then more. The heat had driven the entire fold* into every shaded area available, their coats rendering them impressively invisible.
*: A group of Highland cattle is a 'fold', not a 'herd'. Odd but true.
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