Any Fool Can Be a Dairy Farmer

The young James Robertson set out for the beautiful, badger-haunted fields of Devon to turn grass into gold via the medium of milk. It only took an encounter with his first cow to realize that he would need the survival instincts of the SAS if he were to live to appreciate this rural idyll.  His cows did not seem to live up to their public image of placid benevolence and created a working environment as ruthless as that of the London advertising agency from which he had escaped. There were cows with sharpshooter hooves; an amorous bull set on enjoying the favors of a neighbor's herd – or even those of the farmer himself, should he turn his back – and the terrible tyranny of a new-born calf.  The author’s sharp observations and memory for detail ensure that all these humorous possibilities are fully exploited.