Or it might be the Alderney cow or the poultry at the Home Farm, or a few fresh tiles on the roof of the pig-sty, which was decaying.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
The Sunderland Hotel-Alderney Street.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
The Reverend Arthur went slowly away, smiling in his heart-he rarely smiled visibly-happy and thankful for his lot; opened the white gate in the tall green hedge, and after closing it carefully, began to walk across the drenched grass, a couple of soft-eyed, mousy-skinned Alderney cows slowly raising their heads to stare at him, munching the grass the while, and then coming to meet him, lowing softly.
"One Maid's Mischief"
George Manville Fenn