The ice cream man cometh...

...just as we are all about to go up the apples and pears to Bedfordshire there is is a sound of distant music - apparently it is the music that the ice cream van driver plays when he has run out of the creamy white stuff (or is that something Jane was told as a child and is never quite certain?) but we never get to sample any - let's have a collective ahhhhhh dear readers please.

Tonight was no exception - "The Yellow Rose of Texas" came nearer and  nearer and up we went to roost with our bellies full of layer pellets, apples cores, banana, grapes and corn (I can recommend the full board menu here!).

Later (the Boyfriend was here and he was getting fed things that didn't look like corn to me) we got cleaned out and a quick check from above, here we are:

...but next time please give us advance warning and we can shut our eyes tightly so as to avoid the flash!

Goodnight from Snowdrop (centre), Cuckoo (bottom), Jet (bottom left), Ginger Nut (top) and me - Bluebell (somewhere under the left hand side!