A misty start to the day. The PONs are up early in search of moles. They dig enthusiastically. The moles hearing the rhino like thunder of snuffling PONs disappear. This in no way diminishes the angelic duo's enjoyment.
None of this kerfuffle is conducted silently.
Not yet eight am and the PONs are already having a most wonderful day.
And here for a Sunday morning is something briskly Scottish : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBYVmnMFMtA. We used to have a flat facing the castle in Edinburgh. During the tattoo the sound of the pipes used to linger in the ears long after the last piper had gone.