Mum took another photo across the big field this morning as she said it was so pretty. She tried to sneak up on Mysty and take her photo too, but her prescence was announced long before she got within range due to the acorns popping under her wellies like a rampant bowl of Rice Krispies. The only thing to rival the tumult is the recycling bin being emptied in the dark of the morning which sends our beaks chattering and feathers quivering as we are rudely awakened by the Refuse Lorry. Needless to say then, Mum didn't get a photo of Mysty. Nor Mr Fox. Not even Peter who thought she was firing a round of ammunition at him. Hence the field! Gordon xxx