Every morning, without fail, since they have lived here (which is nearly 10 months!) Dahlia and Gussie turn up at their field gate for breakfast.

Today they weren’t there and so of course I started worrying.

Finishing up with everyone else, I set off across their field, which they share with the oldies, to look for them while clutching their breakfast in two bowls.  In my head, I was imagining Gussie with one of his horns stuck in the wire fence, or Dahlia was dead and Gussie would refuse to leave her.

Nope, they were actually quite close by and had forgotten it was breakfast time.  They seemed pleased to see me and came running up. I put their bowls down for them to eat.

Luckily, the others didn’t want to join in with this which would’ve made life tricky.

These two don’t hang about with food (not like Lambie who dithers for hours, picking out the bits he likes best).  Breakfast is a big deal for them, always has been, so I have no idea why they didn’t come up and ask.  Perhaps they would’ve turned up later.

In fact, they would’ve been pleased if I had brought more.

But I hadn’t so they will have to appear at the gate tomorrow morning.