Little Brown Calf has formed a gang of four. They really should be in the cow sheds. That's where they started the day, anyway.
My presence was tolerated while I took a few pictures of them enjoying the long grass of the orchard, then I got a tad too close and they kicked up their heels and took off up the road, towards the main gates. Fortunately I'd just closed them, so they couldn't make it onto the main road.
Moments later the farmer arrived so was able to chase them back down to the sheds again. He called in, with my beef box. I know, I know, those calves are so adorable and here I am happily stashing the body parts of their shedmates into the freezer, but, in my defence, they really do taste as good as they look. And I can vouch for their free ranging, happy life.