Old MacDonald had a farm

Today, for those of you outside the UK or who don't listen to The Archers, was Open Farm Sunday and, as my brother S works on a farm, I participated. Now before you get all excited, that did not mean milking any cows, shearing any sheep, herding any pigs or gathering any eggs. What it actually meant for me, was wandering around a farm with various members of my family, looking at the above mentioned animals (and a few cows, calves and alpaca) and taking loads of photos. Here are a couple, straight from the camera mind, not photoshopped or anything (my excuse for the quality).

A puddle of pigs (taken from above, hence the feeling of vertigo)


Before the haircut...


... and after


and, of course no farm is complete without a cow, so let me introduce Chelsea...


a somewhat spoilt matriarch.