Greener pastures awaited our boys this morning, so we swung open the gates. But they seemed to be content where they were.
I don’t blame them. Under clear blue sunny skies, some had pulled up a patch and were lolling about lying under one of the big gum trees.
They soon started to get the gist when we made our way towards them. A few “koo-mon’s” and they were off in the intended direction.
But there’s always one who wants to be the stand out, and this morning this was multiplied by three. The jokers who think it’s amusing to hang out at the bar for just that bit longer. Our collection of garden off cuts is a smorgasbord for the boys, and these three were having double helpings. And to their credit, it is pretty funny! Those brown eyes blinking at you, those four (or twelve) stubborn legs glued to the spot. And just when you get within a couple of strides, they’ll turn and shimmy off, joining their mates who have seen the joke a thousand times & don’t want to encourage them.
And I promise one of them winked at me when I started giggling, just like any good country boy would!