Rambling is a British activity which includes walking on private property in the cold rain. I exaggerate, but not by much. For centuries Ramblers have been allowed to walk the fields of England, Scotland and Wales. There are indicated footpaths, but there are always idiots. On Sunday, we had the pleasure of another idiot. Ramblers enter our fields via special rambler's access onto well-indicated paths. We always post notices that bulls are dangerous and to avoid cattle. Bulls are territorial and aggressive, especially if cows are in heat.
On Sunday, some cretin decided to test that theory and ended up at the hospital. He was attacked without provocation, but his group of ramblers saw the cattle a long way off but they still walked too close to the herd and one of the bulls took offence. We have no liability when ramblers cross our field for animal attacks. That's part of the deal.
Once again, the local constable had to be called (we had an incident on the farm when a Rambler decided to pick up a kid, obviously the nanny goat took objection -- he got a broken/bruised rib), and again Jennifer had to fill insurance forms (we have to declare all incidents on the farm). Jennifer had to spend two hours on that Sunday. This poor guy will have longer-lasting memories.
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