Activist: "I walk past your farm every morning and I can hear them screaming. It's harrowing."
Dairyman: "What time?"
Activist: "About seven. Every day."
Dairyman: "Feeding time. Four hundred animals have spotted the tractor. That's not screaming. That's heckling."
Activist: "It sounds like pain."
Dairyman: "She's got one register and she uses it for everything. Dinner's late. Gate's shut. Somebody's in her spot. The postman exists. Same volume for the lot."
Activist: "There's a difference between a moo and what I hear."
Dairyman: "There is. What you hear is a bellow. It's a cow who wants something and has worked out that shouting gets it. She's right. I go faster."
Activist: "So they're all fine, are they."
Dairyman: "Walk past at three. Not a sound out of any of them. They're full and they're lying down. You've been passing during the only quarter hour they've got a complaint, and it's about me."
Activist: "It still sounds like suffering."
Dairyman: "It's an animal that's learned my routine and resents that I'm not psychic. Come and stand next to me at seven. Four hundred cows telling a fifty-eight-year-old man he's slow. You can decide if that's a welfare crisis or just Tuesday."
My son does not come with volume control he’s loud, he’s not boystrous, or naughty he’s just loud to him loud’s good he’s constantly told off or to be quiet, his tone of voice even when try’s turn his volume button down is loud, people stare an make comments #lethimbeachild
I'm running my first half marathon in #Stornoway this Sat in memory of my mother in law, Tina Macleod. I'm trying to raise a little for Bethesda Hospice who were so amazing to her and the family in her final days. https://t.co/O3USvlopUk