Before bedtime

There are four white and four black lambs in the field below our house. Most of the time they wander slowly up and down the field, following their mums. 

But . . . 

. . . in the early evening they gather together and play. They race up and down by the wall. They decide whether to go down the path into the Ghyll - not a good idea. They jump on each other and they set off running again. 

Then they go back to their mums. 

I sat on the patio in the last of the light and watched.