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Brendan's cattle are moaning into the wind he must be moving them onto pastures new. They roam our small valley eating up the grass their calves cavorting in groups like children. Brendan hails from Ireland, a good stockman and a good friend, but he needs to talk slow otherwise I will just nod, pretend I understood.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
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Brendan's cattle are moaning into the wind he must be moving them onto pastures new. They roam our small valley eating up the grass their calves cavorting in groups like children. Brendan hails from Ireland, a good stockman and a good friend, but he needs to talk slow otherwise I will just nod, pretend I understood.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
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