Harvest Dog

So the harvest is on.

The battered fields of gold are going under Klaas.

In Tesses favourite field the harvester got a bit bogged down and then choked by damp straw, so a portion remains uncut.

No matter, plenty of space for a small dog to dash about sniffing out rodents and flushing a partridge or two.

Then to collapse panting on a straw bail in the evening sun.