A Bobbedy Bob around Wattlebury

It, being a most pleasant August day, seemed to beckon me to venture rather further than my normal daily patrol. We have had some recent rain which has freshened up the grass and the fields are relishing in the warmth and wet after a very dry summer.

I made my way over to the back of our field and discussed the weather with Mrs Vine. Richard, our farmer friend has recently bought a small herd of Sussex and Sussex-cross suckler cows that he is running with his other beef cows and I find them a most gentle and accommodating bunch of girls. After having bade farewell to Bo, I nipped under the fence and bobbedy-bobbed past some more interested onlookers.

"'Morning Gordon! Haven't seen you around lately. How are you?"
I assured them that I was in fine feather and thanked them for their concern. Then scurried speedily through the brambles to avoid being seen by the truly enormous jet black bull. His muscles ripple and shimmer in the sunshine like a gentle incoming tide at Littlehampton.
Back in the safety of our field I admired the abundance of sloes -

But didn't feel inclined to sample one!

Mrs Red Leg is just taking cover in the maize!

I bid 'Good Day' to Mrs Red Leg, the French Partridge. A great friend of Peter Rabbit. They can often be seen playing chase together in the maize. Like a game of Tag - they take it in turns to chase each other. It is very funny. Peter is often joined by other Pedro Rapid and Mrs Red Leg has 3 other family members.

And in the meadow Mysty was resting peacefully under the oak tree. No doubt the youngsters were tucked up close-by. As I came back in the yard Naomi and her fine brood were waiting on the post and rail fence.
"Hello Gordon! Did you enjoy your walk?"
I nodded, indeed I had. But I was ready for a nice nap now - let's head to the peace of my stable in that sunny spot and have a lie down. Sounds just the ticket! Gordon xxx