The tree surgeon arrives at first light. He's here to make sure the trees by the barn haven't been damaged by the spring storms . The PONs watch him clamber through the branches with canine amazement. Bob sports his ' Blimey ! Take a look at that ! ' face.
On the village green the political posters for the Presidential election have been covered by a poster of an ageing crooner and an advert for a music festival in a market town twenty miles away.
Sophie joins me on a long cross country walk. She loves wandering free through the long grass. Sophie grazes as she walks. She particularly enjoys a clump of tall clover. By the end of her walk through the undergrowth she's looking more like a sheep than a dog.
The tree surgeon is still busy at work when we get home. The PONs spend their morning staring at him. They find falling branches to be particularly exciting. Falling branches are an excuse to hurtle round the garden at high speed.