Bliss and blue sky.

Waiting for paint to dry. How we love these days where the sun melts the frost crystals to pearl beads on the winter grass.
Climbing and balancing....



..hanging from my tail to amuse the cows...



..and whispering secret stories of bird lore to Maurice on the top of the rock in winter warm sunshine.




I can hear a bell chiming, cockerels crowing, the sheep pulling at the grass and wind in the feathers of a bird's wings.
Days like this are bliss.