Denis Lehane: Shock of finding an electric fencer fault

“Get out ye hoors of hell,” I roared at my weanling bulls and heifers this morning.

The raggle taggle group of misfits and rejects had once again gained their freedom, and this time had broken onto a heap of silage bales.

They had been stationed there all night by the looks of things and with mouths, horns and hoofs had done indescribable damage.