Dismal Day

After a relatively long dry spell, the weather in the northeast turned this morning.  Even the sheep have taken to sheltering under the trees.  There maybe something else going on though. Having lived in the same place for nearly twenty years and observed the habits of our nearest neighbours, it is surprising how the different generations do exactly the same things, year after year; just like sheep I suppose.  For instance, lambs and ewes alike will bury their heads in the folds of a tree trunk for minutes at a time – it only recently occurred to me that they are probably nibbling at the bark, not sulking.  Something to fill the hours on a rainy day:

Barking mad

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