|Cogburn out for his morning constitutional|
A couple of workmen, replacing a headstone on a grave in the new graveyard were leaning on the fence, and they watched carefully as the field slowly burst into life.
I hand fed the sheep who now will jam their whole heads into the offered saucepan of corn, filled Mary's hutch with dandelion leaves and as the geese, ducks and smattering of hens followed me , I led the blind Cogburn out of his run, for a walk in the wet grass.
We ambled over to the fence where one man remained
And before I could say hello
He said with a smile " that was fucking amazing!"
" what was?" I asked
He pointed to the line of ducks sieving the grass for worms, the geese slipping down into the pond and at William galloping in circles around a wide eyed Albert with a small onion firmly clamped in his mouth, and smiled as
Winifred and George trotted up to the fence sniffing at Cogburn who was feeling his way towards us carefully
" all this!" He said waving his arm
Sometimes it's refreshing to see your life through someone else's eyes, even if it is just the briefest of glimpses.