The field cutting monsters are away again for another few months, the fields are shorn of their greenery, and the landscape takes on a patchwork quilt effect.
The cows have moved in, and since the farmers round here have a somewhat lax attitude to fencing, the cows rove from one field to another all over the hillside.
It's a bit like the wild west really, but without the attraction of cowboys. None of the farmers round here would qualify as a Marlboro man. Wellies and flat cap do not a cowboy make.
This is the season for keeping the yard gate firmly locked. I have less than joyous memories of the horrible beasties demolishing my garden a couple of years ago, and farmer in question shrugging his ancient tweedy shoulders and saying 'see yer insurance if ye've got a problem missus'. Ah, the quaint charm of the ayrshire farmer.
Speaking of farmers; as you know I have been trawling round the farms looking for Baby. The farmers all suspect the F word. The F word round here is fox. Now before any of you start envisioning Basil Brush in his dapper little jacket and children laughing uproariously at his jokes. Fs aren't like that, honestly they are not. The Fs we used to have round here were okay. They never came close the the houses, just stayed in fields and woods dealing with the rabbits and voles. Oh no, our F problem started a few years ago when the local 'Wildlife sanctuary' decided to release their 'rescued' town Fs on our little hillside. These Fs have no fear of humans and will attack anything. They are used to easy pickings from bins and round houses and having do-gooders feed them scraps, not for them living rough on a hillside and chasing rabbits for a living. No, no, these guys lurk and kill within our human domain.In years gone by they would have been dealt with by the local hunt, not so now. They are not cute (Sorry Bill Odie, but they aren't) and they don't tell jokes and make people laugh. They cause trouble and heartache.
Our other pussy cats are all staying very close to home just now. Moving from house to HQ I am surrounded by the Pussy Pose who wait patiently for me to reappear and trot back to the house.
Yes, our little corner of the world is full of animals, just some are nicer than others.