Thursday, 14 July 2011
The horse diaries - horse poo and butterflies
So we moseyed along yesterday, in the sunshine, me looking for butterflies and Titch looking for horse poo.
Me: I wish you wouldn't do that.
Titch: (sniffing a nice fresh pile) Not doing any harm, am I?
Me: Well...it's not very nice, is it?
Titch: I like it. I can smell who's been here last.
Titch: It's a horse thing. You wouldn't understand.
Me: Well, I'm looking for butterflies. David Attenborough's asked us all to count them.
Titch: Who's David Attenborough?
Me: You'd like him. He's interested in animals.
Titch: Good man.
Me: Though come to think of it, he's not much interested in horses. He prefers wild animals.
Titch: I can he wild.
Me: No. What you can be is naughty. That's not the same thing at all.
So we agreed to differ. Titch found lots of horse poo to sniff, and I saw marbled whites (see above), meadow browns, common blues, common whites, and (I think) a red admiral. Diffcult to identify as they don't stay still long enough. But altogether, we had a nice morning.