Saturday, July 28, 2007

Haymaking while the sun shines.

On top of the hill the farmer had tidied his field, folding all the long and golden grass into neat bales.

The field smelt of all the mice who had lived there and had lost their homes. We will have good hunting tonight.

But for today we play. And Pixie is almost squashed, hiding from the sun under a huge bale in the shadow.

1 comment:

Libbys Blog said...

I would love to have puss cats who join you for walks, I used to have a dog but he was so boisterous!