eptivity

As you may or may not be aware, we now live in a Bucolic Berg^®. Some might even refer to it as a Bucolic British Berg™.

Sometimes I take photos of Bucolic Berg events that are only interesting to me, and solely for my own amusement. You can tell which photos fall into this category because their quality, generally speaking, is horrible, and also their subject matter doesn’t interest you. Not that this is necessarily different from any of my other photographs, but I digress.

I call this one Pheasant with Wheelie Bin:

Sometimes our cows like to play mind games with us. Which One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others? or No, That Row You’ve Arranged Yourselves Into For Purposes Known Only To Yourselves Is Not Creepy At All:

It’s not all sunshine and giggles out here, though. For instance, this teenage lady cow is currently the front-runner for the Ennui-mal Of The Year award:

If this isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what is:

Just A Little Farther And The Wheel Will Go Right Over