Down in the potato field ..

... about 6pm each evening a strange light illuminates this tree. What can it be?

Actually we had some drama here this morning which illustrated the fact that you should not live in the country if you can't take a bit of sheep sh1t. WARNING Long story follows so duck out know if you haven't the time!
As regular readers will know, I live in an old milking parlour (!) and one of the fields adjacent to my garden is used by Steve and Jane for grazing. They live about 15mins drive away and over the years we have become friendly - so much so that they ask me to keep a watchful eye on their livestock and let them know of any problems. At 10am I heard some unusually loud ba'aing and looked out to see 2 sheep walking past my lounge. Hastily donning clothes over my pyjams I was dressed in time to answer the door to Jo, the mum from the old grain store attached to me. Together we hatched a plan to get the sheep into my garden and from there back into their own field. We reckoned the sheep must have made their escape through the garden of the old farm house (the 3rd property in this small 'complex') as our fencing is now reasonably secure (after having had our fair share of sheep and cows, bulls and rams joining us over the years).
The sheep by this time had headed off down the track towards the lane at the bottom. We soon discovered that 2 sheep had become 13 escapees out of the flock of 40 - and more than we could tackle as they were spread out all over the place. Anyhow we trapped 7 and headed off after the other 6 who had returned to the farm house 'garden'. (I use the term loosely to describe a patch of land which could be gorgeous if tamed as it leads gently down a slope to the 'River' at the bottom. Instead it is a nettle patch)
By this time 'she who must be listened to' (if you have a spare half hour for ear-bending), previously mentioned in May, appeared saying that the sheep had been there since yesterday and there was now a mountain of poo which her (5) children were bound to get on them etc etc and why hadn't that 'farmer' come immediately? etc.
Why she didn't come and get me yesterday heaven knows - I can normally deal with most escapees. I rang Steve, who duly turned up 15mins later. However, by that time, lady-from-farm-house had done an excellent job of stoking up husband and the pair of them started shouting at Steve and demanding that he not only remove the sheep but also every scrap of sheep shit.....
Embarrassing.

Anyway, back to the potato field!
My, I've written a lot for me. So now, said Zebedee, it's time for bed. Work tomorrow.