I’ll sit on the fence about this new idea

Preventing livestock from roaming can be the bane of a farmer’s life.

Personally speaking, I’m blue in the face from years of dragging pallets and furze bushes to various openings that appear in the boundary ditch.

I know from experience that a frisky bullock only needs the slightest chink of light, the slightest sniff of action, and he’s gone, like that rocket they sent to the comet.