This morning, well before five o’clock, there was a hearty dawn chorus. This was not the medllow calls of the bird world; it was a bovine chorus. The bulls, happy in the fields on either side of our valley, boasting their pride in their harems with this year’s calves at foot, calling over to tell their rivals  that their’s was the best herd in the county. It didn’t wake me; I was already awake… and at my desk. From five until breakfast is the best time in the day to write.