James Herrick: Losing our first cattle to TB was gut-wrenching

We have fallen foul to bovine tuberculosis for the first time in our farm’s history.

We have always kept cattle and, being in a mainly arable area with no neighbouring livestock, we had started to feel a little bit safe from TB.

Clear test after clear test, with barely a lump for the vets to get the callipers round, had become the expected result of our annual test – until February.

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James Herrick
James Herrick is based on his family’s suckler beef and arable farm in Leicestershire. A passionate conservationist, he’s keen on using technology to maximise agriculture’s profitability and lessen its impact on the environment. Away from the farm he likes to compete in triathlons and endurance races.
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We lost two 10-month-old heifers and one of our in-calf cows, which sent us spiralling into the potentially never-ending uncertainty that is the 60-day testing regime.

I have always despised TB testing – purely for the inconvenience – but now I can relate to all those farmers who are stuck in the doldrums that this disease has created.

I expected losing animals to TB would be gut-wrenching (and it is), but the knock-on effects of restrictions have become another unwelcome burden.

For years, we have sold our youngstock as 12- to 13-month-old store cattle through the local market, but this was no longer an option.

We had made enough silage to see us through the winter, with a touch to spare, but not enough to finish all the youngstock now confined to the yard.

Fortunately, we have enough straw to alter their rations. We have a block of permanent pasture, about 5 miles away, that accommodates nearly half of our cows and calves for the summer months.

However, our first 60-day test delayed their departure, so we had no choice but to overstock our grassland at home – something I loathe doing.

A quick brainwave saw us turn cattle onto volunteer wheat in one of our arable fields (something I wouldn’t hesitate to do again). This meant we  could stop our grassland becoming completely overrun.

Upon collecting our three stricken animals, the lorry driver spoke of a farm the previous day where he had removed 58 cows – the thought alone is heartbreaking.

We haven’t yet experienced TB as harshly as many farmers, but it has taught us some valuable lessons. And if nothing else, I should be thankful for those.