great white

Ross and Mattie went to collect Moby from Christophe's today. It's great to see him out in the front field sorting out the brambles.
He's still got his winter coat so is very shaggy, and his beard's grown substantially during his year's sabbatical. But I think he recognised our voices. He needs his fringe cutting, but that's a two-man job.
Still the promised rain hasn't come, and we've postponed the major egghunt because the weatherman said....
I hope it pours all night, the ground is so dry.