Drawing by Lady Magnon (it just would be, wouldn't it!) .
Living out in the country means that we don't have litter strewn streets, or queues of double decker buses, or daily muggings. What we do have, however, are plenty of wayward animals.
Tom over at A hippo-on-the-lawn recently posted a photo of himself wearing nature's finest (whilst hanging out his washing), and it reminded me of this occasion.
It is not unusual, as we have no fences, to hear the clattering of hooves on our terrace during the night. These might belong to either cows or horses.
On this particular occasion there seemed to be a whole herd of cows fooling around outside our large kitchen plate-glass window (I suspect they could see their own reflections, and were fascinated). So in the dim moonlight I went down, grabbed my wellies, and scared them off.
Lady M wisely decided to record the scene; so here it is for your (and my) amusement.... or not.