Well the grain is all cut, even the field near where I walk the dogs.
I miss the bales of my childhood that stacked like huge bricks but these have a kind of huge rissole type beauty
This one has the same trouble as me, bursting out in the middle.
North end of my little dog heading south.
Selectively deaf as he chases his imagination and the occasional bunny. If the bunnies weren't so stupid they would turn round and bop him on the nose, they do have a weight advantage you know.
My old boy failing to look interested in the "micSSSSSSSe!"
Such a contrast to the little dog, easy going, obedient, gentle and quite elderly.
We wait at the end of the field together quite often for the other one.
More typical shot of the morning walk. Red dot disappearing.
Think he might need Ritalin
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