This is the life. Sun every day, a shower of water out of the sky now and then and not a sight of Twolegs though there is a funny thing at the top of the park digging holes and making a noise but as it is so nice down here we can’t be bothered to go and look at it.
I wonder if Twolegs knows about it, probably not. He spends most of his time looking confused or lost.
We are having a lot of fun, me and the cousins. Mum says there have been lots of new calves since the winter. What is a winter? She says I will find out in time. She says this quite a lot which does not help much.
The Uncles are behaving rather strangely, they are bellowing at each other and digging up the ground with their horns then scooping dirt onto their backs. They then start fighting and charging about.
Sometimes there is an Aunt involved and lots of jumping about. Mum says they are playing Leapfrog and not to watch and it is none of my business which is probably true but I think there is more to this than she is letting on about.
Wylde a karff