Keep yer nose out!

If you fly with the owls you must rise with the larks

or in other words after a super late night at the Kiss gig

yours truly was up at sparrows fart

exploring the woods with several large dogs. Now, in our wood there are several Ant mountains, and I mean big ones, one has been there since 2006 and this monster is relatively new, well new to me, so off we wended having made a note of its location

and pondering the possibilities of this being a really old ant's nest.

So after our usual splash about in the river

we got home and got on with the rest of our day which for most meant lying around pointlessly.

Fast forward 24 hours and a similar route taken and more fun in the river had.

Which was the time when I was able to photograph the state Benson had got himself into.

Unlike Bryn who has at least one brain cell

and doesn't stick his nose into ants nests, no matter how big they are, and here's another big one we found that morning, He is a sensible lad thus avoiding an expensive trip to the V E T. Oh and pain, lots of pain.