Creature Comforts.

I met a gaggle of gorgeous girlies at the top of my lane this evening. Charolais cows they were; all white, all slightly different in looks, and all pretty as peaches. And most of them were accompanied by a little brown calf, each of which was nothing if not engagingly cute.

They all came trotting over to the fence where I was standing, no doubt curious to know who this creature was who wanted to talk to them. Talk to them I did, of course. They didn’t actually talk back, but the combination of body language and incessant stares of curiosity left me in no doubt that they really, really wanted to.

And the two donkeys in Meadow Lane came to me for a bit of fuss this morning, as did one of the horses who is definitely the ugliest of the herd but also the softest. They all got handfulls of fresh hay from the road side of the gate as usual.

No goats, though. They live half a mile away and I wasn’t going in that direction. But the Lady B’s Dear Mama did flash her hazard lights at me and wave, which was an added bonus. She’s never flashed her hazard lights at me before so I felt especially honoured.

(You wouldn’t think a woman would know where the hazard light switch is, would you? Bit too technical one would imagine. And have you noticed that one aspect of weird Brit humour is to extend a friendly insult which is intended to pejoratively reflect on the joker? We’re really good at it.)