Not the sheep (they’re still in the field looking as though grass wouldn’t melt in their mouths) but the swallows. Or rather, one was back, sitting on the wire yesterday and chattering madly, probably complaining about the fact that it had flown ALL THIS WAY and there was no car for it to poo on. I see, from my meticulous records, that this is four days later than last year, but hopefully they will make up for lost time. Not the pooing, although that seems to come with the territory, but in turning flies and mosquitoes into crap fluffy baby swallows for us to coo at.
These things are important, when you live in the country