Here comes the sun, doodan doo-doo ...
Bounced out of bed yesterday, off to the park and stood on the top while the 'dawn inches up', looking at the broom-swept clouds and the promise of a lovely day. Shelly got scared when I moo-ed at the cattle over the river and for a while she trotted nervously beside me with her tail down, sure that they were going to be after us. But she soon regained her usual flag-flying exuberance and was off making a track ahead of me in the dewy grass.
Help, don't let them get me, mum!
Are you sure they can't swim?