Cattlegrids and mud

Last Sunday morning after a very stormy night we awoke to the crunch, crunch, munch of six little calves enjoying their very own banquet in the front yard. That set in place the working day. So much for a Sunday of rest! First to find! the bolts that held down the cattlegrid, then lift it out of the concrete. That was actually enough as far as I was concerned, but the day hadn't even begun. Then it was time to set to with shovels and spades and start the real work

 How delightful that Corinna should phone and invite us up to dinner. Oh no thank you, we said very politely, just before Dids said, But tell Tzarn to call up and visit! Which they did.

 There's no use trying to explain how delightful it was to see him. The photos clearly tell that by themselves. The full days work was cut in half and Tzarn's delightful humour joined the team.

 It's difficult to believe just how much mud can wash down into a cattlegrid.

 And here are two of the little darlings, checking out what we're doing. Nope. Obviously we can't eat dirt, but if we maintain a constant inspection, something's got to happen

 Nah. This is boring. They're just enjoying themselves, digging about in dirt. We'll wander off and find something else to do!

 Number one son putting his back into it

 ...and again. Looks quite pretty really. Shame you can't see the perspiration flowing down my face

 Number one son telling us how it's done

...and a final pose as the itty bitty archeologist looks on!