Clould watching with Lily

Muzzy headed Sunday mornings are the ideal time for a bit of cloud watching. Chris had gone to Church and after the dogs had been walked, I indulged myself with a good view of the autumn sky. Of course the obligatory visit by the ever friendly Lily, interrupted my view somewhat, but she sat there quite happily, squat and heavy on my stomach for ages. It was so quiet this morning I could hear the reedy singing of hymns from the Church

The hay making farm traffic has made way for the heavy grind and roar of the hedge cutters, and the countryside colours have been changed from green to that awful muddy brown. I caught up with one farmer yesterday, and for a tenner he has come and clipped the field hedge so that it now looks neat and tidy. The pigs, terrified of the huge cutting blades hid behind their hut when he started and would only come out when offered cheap white bread.

The turkey poults have survived their first night, and are quite fearless when approached unlike the hysterical behaviours I see with the ducklings.

I am working tonight.