We were weeding the small patch of chard which Paddy is growing, in amongst the Rosemary bushes, when three infant Woodmice emerged from their small earthen burrow. All blind they stumbled out and ran amock in the damp earth. We had obviously disturbed them prematurely. As usual I ran to get the camera and managed to capture the little babes before the rain really started to pelt down. Luckily the mother came to their rescue later and they were all duly returned to base.
I am not a great weeder at the best of times and will always cry off if one of the "neighbours" puts in an appearance. I think I am happiest when taking the pictures rather than doing the real work.............
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