Just before tea, I looked out of the window, and lo! the garden was full of calves. A caller had left the garden gate open. It leads, in true rustic fashion, into a small pasture field.
Fortunately, the calves did not appear to have been in long and no damage was done; but when the intruders were expelled, it was a long time before their inquisitive noses were withdrawn from the bars of the gate.
A mole-catcher came offering his services, and was very huffy because he was not given employment. One fancies that the moles will keep well underground this weather, if they have nice stores of juicy beetles.