I went out as usual to check the yard and cattle last thing at night. In the torchlight, I thought one of the pens seemed to have fewer cattle than I thought we had put in. As I walked up the feeding passage I saw why – the hatch I had installed a few years ago for agitation was simply not there. There was a dark hole about 3ft by 4ft. I shone the torch in to see the missing cattle or at least some of them. We had been spreading slurry from that pen – the six feet tank was less than half full. In my 40 years since I built my first slatted house, this had never happened before, but the fact that it was the first time was not much help. It was half past ten. The six cattle were, as far as I could see, alive. The slurry was up to their backs and they did not seem to be suffering from the deadly gas that has killed so many farmers, let alone cattle.