Yesterday it poured with rain all day despite the weather forecast for a few showers.
This morning everything glistens with a thousand tiny jewels of water in the bright sunshine.
So there I was scanning the wheat field from the end of my garden, searching out every bush for a sign of my wild neighbours and listening to the recorded distress calls of various birds, that the RAF broadcast to try to clear their runways, when I realised that one of the young foxes was standing beside me, not 40 feet away, doing much the same thing.
He nodded "Good Morning" and trotted off into the field!
My poor fowl!
I just can't let them roam free so they have to stay shut in until I can supervise their exercise.