The grass in the meadows has been cut and silaged, so it is short again. This means that any 'ups and downs', and 'potholes' and any rabbit holes are easy to see and can be avoided by yours truly who is never absolutely easy on her feet these days and falls over at the drop of a hat.
So our afternoon wander this afternoon took in two of the silage meadows. I was looking for wild flowers and for the family of twelve half-grown mallard ducks which the farmer keeps seeing on the beck. Tess of course had only one thing on her mind (although yesterday she chased a half-grown male deer sporting half-grown antlers across the field. He cleared the hedge by several feet and was away like the wind.)
I found my first dog-rose. It is the favourite of all the flowers for me - coming as it does in all colours from almost white to the deepest pink. The little patch of silverweed (potentilla) which always appears in the meadow gateway was already in flower and pink campion grew everywhere.
Buttercups, that most goldenyellow of all wild flowers, are almost over but the hay paddock is not yet cut and there are still enough flowering to make the field quite a sight.
Tess found a little 'house' under the hedge, which she investigated. I would love to think that Cloudberry and Sneezewort from BB's 'Little Grey Men' had set up home there and that if I could see down that hole there would be a tiny Welsh dresser filled with lovely china, and a bookcase full of books on the countryside, and two tiny rocking chairs either side of the woodburner (plenty of wood around) for the little men to sit in and smoke their pipes in the evening after doing what little grey men do all day. But I fear it is much more likely to be the home of Rag, Tag and Bobtail and that Mrs Floppy Bunny is in the process of 'persuading' her offspring to leave home as she prepares for another brood shortly to be born.
No sunshine, but no wind either after a very windy day yesterday. So we had a lovely wander. We didn't see the young mallards; in fact I couldn't see the beck at all as the grass was so long along its edge. I did contemplate coming back through the big pasture but as there are fifteen very frisky bullocks in there I thought better of it, discretion being the better part of valour.