A day of dramas; getting the breakfast coffee noticed the seven ducklings, had escaped from the shed and were disporting themselves in the rain up the bank outside the kitchen window. Imagine Drew and I, in our bathrobes, wading though wet Japanese roses attempting to catch the stupid things! After our bad experience a couple of summers ago, when they spontaneously dropped dead of fright if you looked at them the wrong way, I wasn't too sure they would survive, but this evening they seem to be just fine.
Not such a good outcome for the second drama; this morning Drew let out the last two late-calving cows who had been keeping the old bull company before he went to Barnafield for a little holiday. Within hours 104 was lying stone dead in mid cavort, I guess the excitement of going out after 6 month on concrete proved too much.