Dirty dots

The dots, muddy and dishevelled, were sillhouetted rather nicely against the horizon this morning so here they are, having munched their way up the field and a far cry from the greenery and warmth of  autumn Clean dots.

Flash is nowhere to be seen in this blip - she was pulling hard on the lead in the other direction. I think her recent experience of electric fencing was a bit shocking and off-putting.