Walking the bounds

Son Huw and friend patrolling the edge of our land on the lookout for dead sheep and lambs (mostly limbs) with Casey who was much more interested, as usual, in rubber.

Note that the rains have not come and spring has not yet sprung.

I have been too busy these past couple of days to spend any time on Blip. Although I have managed to backblip for yesterday I haven't been able to catch up with journals or make comments. It's so easy to slip behind and feel as if chasing after a moving train.
My thanks to everyone who commented on Tuesday's. I wish I could be as eloquent on the subject as Glenda Jackson.