Whenever we're driving through the countryside, my husband will remark on the wild killer sheep, or the wild killer cattle on the hillsides. Today, I went out for coffee with our pastor's wife to a little place on a farm not far outside of our town. This was the view that met us. She offered to take my picture sitting on a hayrick, but I declined.
As we were leaving, she asked me if I wanted to take another picture, which was just as well, because I then realised I had left my camera in the loo at the coffee shop (as you do), and was able to nip back and retrieve it.