It's not a picture of twigs....

Picture of the day is fab, you wake up never quite sure what it is going to be and hoping you are not going to be scraping the barrel of what on earth it might be - thankfully, a small baby provides enough 'cute' picture content to fill that gap, should it happen, and given that picture of the day is essentially for Granny and Grandpa to seeing plenty of pictures of the boy, no-one will ever know if I'm out of inspiration. 

Today was one of those days, a quiet day on the horizon and plenty to do unlikely to be much to write home about.  How wrong.  And I have a heifer ambush to thank for today's picture.  

Alex and I set out on our morning walk, up through paddock three, which has all the heifers (and eleven bulls - eleven!) We happened to set out at feeding time, and our walk was to take us past the feed bins, and predictably we turned a corner to find a herd of hungry heifers (and their eleven escorts) coming straight at us.  My bravery surmounted to turning around and changing route, pretty fast.  My trusty stick wasn't going to help me against this hungry lot.  Fortuitous, as my new route meant I later came across Dirk heading up to open a couple of gates to let in our latest three (slightly mad) cattle arriving after their 30km walk to their new home.  We took a detour back home and as we were driving, came across a herd of impala bulls.   As we admired them, Dirk thought I was having some strange turn, as I couldn't get any words out to get him to look right, for just metres away was the most beautiful, graceful, delightful giraffe.  He was framed between a couple of trees and was wonderfully impressive, for a few moments, we were all working out what was going on, before the giraffe disappeared into the bush, followed by a herd of wildebeest who came galloping through, just to add to the morning.  So that was our moment, I could hardly talk and we couldn't get the camera to work properly, and of course a dog decided to chase the wildebeest. We drove off, only to have him (we've called 'it' a him) cross in front of our car at full (stunningly graceful) pelt, disappearing into the bush again in a way that can't really be possible for such a large animal. 

Can't say that anything else from today can really compare.  Another 30 tons of feed arrived for the farm, that doesn't compare to giraffe sightings on your morning walk.  However, the boy is getting stronger on his legs, that almost compares, almost.  And his smile as he realises that he is getting stronger is just the best thing ever.