Ready to go, Ben?
That’s a yes, then.
“We’re having fun, aren’t we, mum?”
“Stick! Throw it! Throw it!”
“I didn’t agree to this.”
Ben! You look sweet! Look at you in your little mushroom!
“It’s embarrassing and sick. On so many levels.”
“I don’t like mushrooms any more.”
Sheila doesn’t do mushrooms. She does relaxing on mum’s tummy in the evenings.
Sheila does, however, love round bales. She can eat them for hours.
She likes to scare them all, pulling on the ‘tails’ or loose ends.
“Ha ha! Pinned you! Die, darn it!”
Sheila doesn’t really eat the plastic. She just pulls it and spits out when it stops moving (or ‘dies’).
“DIE!!! Must kill bale!”
“Wow. I thought I had it tough. Those poor bales.”
Ben’s wet walk in the fields really brightened up his day. He was stuck inside because of the bad weather, but in the evening the weather cleared up and Ben was able to go out and have a walk. The fields were still wet (especially in the long grass) and he got soaked. He didn’t mind - he is a Sprollie after all. Then he didn’t want to go in and I had to lift him.
Oh - and did I mention… I’M FREE! SUMMER HOLIDAYS! WOOP WOOP!
As I wrote this post, a large fox like this one came to the window and looked in at me, my Dad and my Granny.
Source: Nature Photo-CZ