We have two new residents on the croft. Life suddenly has a new rhythm to it, with feeding time late afternoon, and two big, furry, friendly animals to stroke, pat, chat to and be mystified by.
They leave a scent trail. You can hear them coming from the rasping tear of gums on grass. In the rain, they steam and carry on munching. They can empty a pail of water with a single gulp. When I shake the feed bucket, they look at me with their beautiful, melted chocolate eyes, and follow me wherever I want them to go.
I am besotted.
They remind me of yuk. The yuk in Bhutan have these beautiful slightly curved faces, and moist doe eyes. They looked to me like the absolute opposite of everything that is wrong with human beings.ReplyDelete