The HBs picked me up from my working holiday (seeing off the rabbits and other nibbling vermin) at Sarah and Tim's house.
I'd been on one of Sarah's exciting two hour treks and had managed to get slightly lost. I could hear the HBs calling and I could see them on the other side of the fence, but couldn't remember how I'd got there.
I'd been after this pheasant, you see. The pheasant had said something quite rude and needed to be chased a bit to teach it a lesson. I chased it through a fence and then on a bit into the unknown. I let it get away on purpose but it will think twice now before opening its beak.
It was quite distressing when I couldn't get to the HB family as I'd not seen them for a week and I didn't want them to wander off again without me. I remembered the way back in the end and it was a marvellous reunion.
We went to Granny HBs house after and I squeaked a bit as this was a bonus, but there was an invader. Somehow a golden puppy had infiltrated the Granny territory. Luckily it wasn't a barker and learned very quickly not to jump at the beard, so all was well. I will tolerate said Puppy (named Poppy - will post picture later) as long as it doesn't try to eat anything near me ever or try to steal any toys (all toys are mine if I want them to be). Poppy seems like a fast learner, so it will be fine.
Once I got back to the ranch I checked the perimeters and made sure everything was in order. I could smell evidence of the cat, but otherwise fine. The whole thing was exhausting and warranted a good long sleep on the reclaimed turf afterwards.