Monday, 8 March 2010
Bit of this
Sheep come running from all corners of the field to stand peering over the fence bleating. It is difficult to know why they are excited. Is it the man in the white van asking directions or have they fallen in love with whippet?
Practicing my baby bantering skills on V's granddaughter. Silly voices still seem to gain sweet smiles then.
Tracing a Buzzard through the binoculars as it circles higher and higher in a bright blue sky. To join another. There is something hypnotic in their seemingly effortless soaring.
Bit of that
Whippet is a realist he feels it was not his good looks but the prospect of grub that set the sheep a running.