Magnus ...

There is no one quite like Magnus ...

Today as we walked in to play with the lambs, he dragged his feet through the ankle length grass, gave a little 'humph' and announced, 'Dis grass bit long. Need someone mow it short.'

He's looks like an angel, has a heart of gold and sounds in moments like this little old grandpa annoyed with life's business not being taken care of.

Later in the morning, he was being super gorgeous with all and saw me take a photo and asked to see it.  This became, 'What about my eye?', 'Now da udder one' and on I went in his delight and this is what I caught ...

From Collages

Last word ... ... about the photo at the top of the collage where Magnus has his little thumb up ... ... ... he'd not long before scraped his thumb some on a tree ... ... tiniest little mark and he came to me for some  tlc.

I rubbed in the green oil (a naturopathic oil of steeped garden herbs that cures all manner of ills and woes for us) and Magnus kept on playing with his thumb stuck out, checking all the time to make sure the green oil was still there and his thumb was ok.

When the photos got going, he wanted to show his sore thumb and twisted his hand this way and that way all the while with his eye on the tiny dot of a scratch knowing that I wasn't going to see it until he got it in the right place.

Finally he realised he was showing it and got really happy that he figured out how to show his scratch. 

I had a laugh as all I could see was an inadvertant yet beaming little mister thumbs up.