Fieldside chat

S.J. was in a witty mood as I drove to Sejny this morning, so I shot him.
Z.W. was ploughing the stubble. A great flock of storks numbering hundreds rose from the surrounding fields which was a sight to behold. The crows were sitting on the power-lines looking rather nonplussed and the cuckoo was swooping around the treetops with increasing self-confidence.
It's absolutely pouring down again. It started just as K.G. left with his washing.