Victorious

I hadn't seen the voles for the past couple of days and feared the worst, however, the boys were talking to Mr DA in the living room earlier, while I was working in the study, and they suddenly collectively called out "VOLE!". So, I hot-footed it to the garden and, sure enough, there was Victor/ia. I actually think they both appeared while I was watching because one (not the one pictured) seems to have an injury on the side of its nose. They seem otherwise okay, though, and it's nice to know I am still Mother of Voles (as Mr DA has taken to calling me, in a Game of Thrones kind of way).