I really should have known better, but the pocket rocket, the Houdini on hooves has done it again. The weekend saw him climbing over the cliff at the back of the house, eventually he got bored and came down. What I failed to recognise was that this was in fact a recce for another escape. Late last night on final rounds I spotted the demonic little shitland had not eaten his dinner but I was confident he was lurking in the darkness> This morning, there he was, gone. The only way out is via the rock face. So I can only assume the little scamp is back on the ridge looking for love. Which means yours truly will be up on the ridge this weekend looking for the little monster!