from the clothesline, beside my oh so rustic fence and laundry, I spied these little fellows the other day.
contently lying about in the grass, were my six funny little orphaned calves, who just poke about and eat grass and look very interested every time a gate into the garden is left open, indeed look more than interested. Its more like a sprint and lets get into the garden sort of interested.
Meanwhile, there has been some of this going on: (and I bet you don't need three guesses to work out who begged me take a photo of his brilliant and clever idea ;-)
and some of this, but lets not mention ages or numbers over forty, or the fact that "someone" has, in more recent times, confessed to some difficulty reading the small print and labels on bottles. Snicker.