Really warm and damp underfoot in the field this morning. Slugs were out in the empty donkey buckets, yuk! do they have a use slugs?
Impossible not to stand and stare after feeding the donkey girls. The grass so lush, the trees so green, the nightingale still singing after singing all night. A kestrel hovering ready to dive on an unsuspecting creature, breakfast needed for all.
Max the cat who likes to sleep on the barn hay has wandered home for his breakfast, his tummy not full of baby rabbit this morning.
The dogs already fed are dozing again by the front door which we prop open when the days are mild.
Since coming in, the mist has arrived in the valley below, the day promises to be a good one.
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