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On this, the first day of spring, we found ourselves in desperate need of Little Boy Blue:
Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow,
The cow’s in the corn.
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He’s under a haystack,
That’s because when I went out this morning to do chores, I saw the cows in the corn. Whee.
Here’s Pixie near the raspberries.
And a bunch more culprits in the orchard.
The source of this mayhem, it turns out, is a gate the enterprising cows has managed to lift off its hinges. Wheee.
In the absence of that lazy blue kid, I did the next available thing: roused both Don and Younger Daughter out of bed to round everyone up and shoot them out of the garden.
Grunt. Welcome to spring.