Ladies who Lunch

Home at dinner-time today, took Rocky up to the crossroads behind our street. It was quite a nice day; not as cold as last night, and a fairly clear sky.

These young ladies were making their way rapidly across the field, munching furiously as they went. I suppose the shorter days mean they literally have to make hay while the sun shines.

Every once in a while they would give me cursory glance, as if to say "How rude! Don't you know it's Baaaaaad manners to watch people eat"?