This is getting ridiculous. I will have to speak to the Union. First there were pygmy goat kids and a Devon Longwool lamb. Next foil wrapped chocolate eggs in a multitude of colours. Then sowing seed and potting on and pricking out whilst singing/dancing along to Abba in the greenhouse*. And all that all before lunch. I am going to have to consider a change of career.
ps If it makes you feel better, it has rained all day.
pps Sorry for poor photograph. I don’t think I would ever make Wildlife Photographer of the Year. These darned critters move much quicker than most plants!
* Further to unsubstantiated rumours, Abba have not reformed and moved to North Devon. I was actually listening to them on the greenhouse gramophone (or 21st century equivalent).